Little Nettie; or, Home Sunshine

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Warner Susan. Little Nettie; or, Home Sunshine

CHAPTER I. SATURDAY EVENING'S WORK

CHAPTER II. SUNDAY'S REST

CHAPTER III. NETTIE'S GARRET

CHAPTER IV. THE BROWN CLOAK IN NOVEMBER

CHAPTER V. THE NEW BLANKET

CHAPTER VI. THE HOUSE-RAISING.1

CHAPTER VII. THE WAFFLES

CHAPTER VIII. THE GOLDEN CITY

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Down in a little hollow, with the sides grown full of wild thorn, alder bushes, and stunted cedars, ran the stream of a clear spring. It ran over a bed of pebbly stones, showing every one, as if there had been no water there, so clear it was; and it ran with a sweet soft murmur or gurgle over the stones, as if singing to itself and the bushes as it ran.

On one side of the little stream a worn footpath took its course among the bushes; and down this path, one summer's afternoon, came a woman and a girl. They had pails to fill at the spring: the woman had a large wooden one and the girl a light tin pail; and they drew the water with a little tin dipper, for it was not deep enough to let a pail be used for that. The pails were filled in silence, only the spring always was singing; and the woman and girl turned and went up the path again. After getting up the bank, which was only a few feet, the path still went gently rising through a wild bit of ground, full of trees and low bushes; and not far off, through the trees, there came a gleam of bright light from the window of a house on which the setting sun was shining. Half-way to the house the girl and the woman stopped to rest; for water is heavy, and the tin pail, which was so light before it was filled, had made the little girl's figure bend over to one side like a willow branch all the way from the spring. They stopped to rest, and even the woman had a very weary, jaded look.

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"But please, Barry, come now; because it will give mother so much more trouble if you don't. She has the things to clear away after you're done, you know."

"Trouble! so much talk about trouble! I don't mind trouble. I don't want any supper, I tell you."

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