blushed and smiled, put on her shoes, and said, with unusual animation,—
"I'm pretty good, I believe, and I know I'd be much better if I only could get out. I do so long to see trees and grass, and sit in the sun and hear birds. I'd work real hard and be happy if I could live in the country."
"What can you do?" asked Miss Murry, stroking the smooth head and looking down into the wistful eyes fixed upon her.
Modestly, but with a flutter of hope at her heart, Patty told over her domestic accomplishments, a good list for a thirteen-year-older, but Patty had been drilling so long she was unusually clever at all sorts of house-work as well as needle-work.
As she ended, she asked, timidly,—
"Did you come for a girl, ma'am?"
"My sister did; but she has found one she likes, and is going to take her on trial," was the answer that made the light fade out of Patty's eyes and the hope die in her heart.
"Who is it, please?"
"Lizzie Brown, a tall, nice-looking girl of fourteen."
"You won't like her I know, for Lizzie is a real
