Obedient to her orders, she knocked gently, so gently that for a time no one heard her, and she was about to knock for the third time, when a lady came round from the front of the house and caught sight of her.

She was a young lady, tall and thin and pretty, with such shining golden hair that it made Huldah wink to look at it gleaming in the sunshine.

“Can’t you make anyone hear?  I expect cook is busy; you must knock more loudly.”  She smiled kindly as she spoke, and her eyes were so gentle and pretty that Huldah scarcely heard what she was saying, for looking at them.  “It must be Miss Rose herself,” she thought to herself.

“Please, ma’am, I—­I wanted to see Miss Rose,” she stammered out at last.  “Please, ma’am, are you—­”

“I am Miss Rose Carew, yes.  How did you know my name?  You don’t live anywhere hereabouts, do you?”

“No, miss.”  Huldah was almost glad her cheeks were so hot already, for she felt herself blushing at this question.  “No, ma’am, I—­I don’t live anywhere.  I’m come from Mrs. Perry, in Woodend Lane.  She’s ill in bed, and if it wouldn’t be putting you out very much, please would you come and see her, miss?  She’d be very much obliged, I was to say.”

Miss Carew’s quick sympathy was aroused at once.

“Mrs. Perry ill.  Oh, I am so sorry!  What has caused it, I wonder?  I hope she hasn’t been out in the hot sun.  I warned her not to.”

“No, miss; ’twas last night that upset her, I think.  Some fellows came and tried to steal her fowls, and she was reg’larly frightened she was, and I reckon she caught cold standing at the door in her nightdress.”

“Some men came stealing her fowls!  Oh, how wicked!” Miss Rose’s cheeks flushed with indignation, and her soft eyes sparkled with anger.  “Did they take them all?”

“No, miss, they didn’t get any.  Dick frightened the thieves off, just as they were going to open the door, and he bit their legs too.  I’ll be bound they’re lame enough to-day!” and Huldah chuckled aloud at the thought, forgetting her shyness, and everything else but the thieves.

Miss Carew gazed at her, frankly puzzled.  Who was Dick? and who was this funny little maid with the brown skin, brown hair, golden brown eyes, the shabby brown frock, and battered old hat?

“Are you a young relative of Mrs. Perry?” she asked, gently.

Huldah blushed again, and the laughter died out of her eyes.  “No, miss; I aint nobody’s relative, I haven’t got nobody but Dick.”

“Is Dick your brother?”

“No, miss, he’s only a dog; but he’s ever such a good dog,” eagerly.  “He’s so clever, there’s nothing he can’t do.  He’s at home with Mrs. Perry now, to keep her company while I’m gone, ’cause she’s nervous after last night.”

“I see,” said Miss Carew, thoughtfully.  “I am very glad she has Dick to take care of her.  Tell her I will come to see her this morning, will you? and wait a moment, I must give you something for Dick, as a reward for his care last night.”