Her black eyes were bright with excitement, and in her
glossy black hair, she had placed an old silver comb.
Her sleeves were elbow length, and she wore long black silk mitts. She
had made her toilette with great care, and she now stood on the hearth
rug, nervously opening and shutting a small folding fan.
The little maid peeped in.
"Please ma'am, I hear 'em comin'," she said.
"Wait 'til they ring, and then answer the bell," said Aunt Judith.
The little maid looked very pretty, and she was delighted to be "in
costume," for the occasion. Her skirt, of heavy cotton, was white,
with wide pink stripes. Her waist was blue with a large white kerchief,
and on her flaxen head was a white cap with a frill that made her rosy
little face quite pleasing.
Greta liked her new place. She liked her new mistress, too, and the
work at the little cottage was light.
Aunt Judith was a worker, and together they kept the pretty rooms in
perfect order.
The bell rang sharply, Greta opened the door, and the quaintest little
figures that ever were seen came tripping into the hall.
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