But come along, I'm going home." Jenny arose to obey, but whispered to Mary, "You'll find me most any time in these woods.

I'd ask you to come to our house, only mother wouldn't let you sit in the parlor.

I shall see you Sunday,--Good-bye." Mary watched her until she disappeared among the bushes and then she too started for home, with a lighter heart than she had known before for many a day.

She had found a new friend, and though Miss Grundy scolded because she had been gone so long, and threatened to shut her up in Sal Furbush's cage, she did not mind it and actually commenced humming a tune while Miss Grundy was storming about a bowl of sour milk which she had found in the cupboard.

A sharp box on her ears brought her song to an end and the tears into her eyes, but she thought of Jenny, and the fact that she too knew George made him seem nearer, and when Miss Grundy did not see her she hastily drew the golden locket from her bosom, and glancing at the handsome, boyish face it revealed, quickly thrust it back as she heard a quick step in the passage.
She had no opportunity of seeing Jenny again that week, for she was kept busy from morning till night, running here and there, first after eggs, then after water, next for potatoes, and then after wood.