Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1874-04-08

creatures worked so hard that they be-
came red and warm, and beat the egg to a
froth; and then Greta took little flour
and stirred it in, and some milk which she
had got at neighbours. All! now the
irving pan stock on the fire. which blazed
merily; little bit of butter was dropped
into it so that it sizzled Yes. Tummetott
Slickepott, Langeman. Gullebrand were
all good cooks, and Lillepyt served as a
scullion. What hurry they We're in.
And how much they could only do if they
tried!
There stood the dinner-table, spread
with coarse, but clean. table-cloth, smok-
ing potatoes and large herring, warm
milk and the magnificent pancakes.
Uncle was astonished at Greta. He ate
right heartily, to her great satisfaction,
and while she was clearing away the
things she tried to think how she should
be able to keep him at home, far from the
wicked ale-house.
When it grew dark uncle took his cap,
and Greta knew where he meant to go.
She found his tobacco-pipe, filled it light
ed it. and then asked him cOaXingly to stay
until he had smoked it. Then she kindled
fire seated herself on a stool at his feet
and began to tell stories. At first he paid
no attention, but soon he was amused and
forgot himself for while in order to
listen to the "silly talk When he
again made a motion to 90 she asked HIM
to crack some nuts which she had got; she
| t. ok down the old violin from the corner
and begged him to play little. He tun-
ed up. King king! until he himself was
in good tune, and Greta saw with wonder
how his Langeman and Gullebrand and
all their comrads, leaped about the strings
and made such rapid motions to draw
forth tones. Greta herself now began to
dance, and kept asking for more music I'M
til it became too late.
at is scarcely worth while to go now"
said he, half vexed, and laid down the vio-
lin But it seemed right comfortable for
him to sit at home in the quiet cottage,
when the storm ragged outside. Oh, what
Il hurry the little fingers were now in to
get supper ready, fondle her uncle, and
make his bed, How glad little Greta was
over her conquest and her ten tiny ser
wants.
Greta became large, and her little hands
could do more and more. She sewed and
knit. she spun and wove so diligently.
Such bright secured tins had no one else
such white table and floor were not to be
1Ounu IN any Otnef coilagt I1cG uHClc
had long since broken himself from going
to the le-house He thrived in his neat,
coy house. where the industrious little
girl hustled about SO gladly.
How can you keep things so nice, Greta,
YOU who have no servant?" asked a rich
peasants daughter.
All. have ten, - said Greta, roguish-
ly. They weave and spin, scrub and
scour; they are never idle"
BY and by smart young peasant court
ed Greta, and then Gullebrand had a gold
ring to wear The same day the we'd
ding was to take place the old woman
came again. and had with her thimble
and u sewing ring of purest gold; and
thus equipped. Langeman and Gullebrand
moved still more handily. Greta thanked
the old woman for her words about the
little servants, and showed all the blessings
they had brought to the house. She said
to all poor little girls that they must not
drop their hands, but try to see what they
could learn to do. With aspiration in the
heart and the fingers set IN motion, bless
inc is not far off.
Greta became happy and her home com
Portable; the ten little servants worked
there zealouslv, and when evening came
they asped each other mutely, and Greta
thanked God for being able to work
From the Stcedish Of " Northern Lights.