so rested
sitting here, and sometimes her thoughts went back to the March night
when she had fallen asleep by the warm stove and had that wonderful,
beautiful dream. She felt very happy over it. And the Cinderella meant
all the little hard worked girls who had few pleasures. Oh, she wished
they could all have one night in that magic fairy land.

She was learning to sew a little as well, and she thought she should
like it if there was a little more time. But the babies began to crawl
around now and Violet would pick up anything and put it in her mouth;
so you had to watch her every moment. And though they generally slept
from ten to twelve, there was the door to answer, little things to be
done for Aunt Hetty whose bell would ring just as she had her work
fixed ready to sew. Then likely she would lose her needle.

But she managed somehow to keep very sweet-tempered. She wished she
could go to school.

"We'll see next fall," Mrs. Borden said. "The twins will be larger and
less trouble."

Sundays were pretty good; Mr. Borden took out the children in the
afternoon. She had to help Bridget with the vegetables for dinner,
which was at midday and there was so much washing-up afterwards, at
least drying the dishes, that there was barely time to go to Sunday
school. But the singing was so delightful. She sang the pretty hymns
over to the babies. In the evening the family generally went out or
had company. So after Jack and the babies were abed she used to read,
unless Jack wouldn't go to sleep and torment her with questions that
were unanswerable.

On the whole Jack had been pretty good for a fortnight. One afternoon
Mrs. Borden had gone out, Miss Florence had some visitors in the
parlor. Marilla had fed the babies who were laughing and crowing when
Aunt Hetty's bell rang. She ran up.

"M'rilla get me some hot water, quick, and that aromatic ammonia, I'm
so faint and feel queer all over. Be quick now."

She ran down, but could not run up lest she might spill the water.
Aunt Hetty was gasping for breath, and leaning back in the big chair.
She swallowed a little, then she went over on Marilla's shoulder and
the child was frightened at her ghastly look. There was the lavender
salts----

Just then there was a succession of screams from the babies. Could she
leave Aunt Hetty? Miss Florence called her, then ran up stairs
herself.

And this was what had happened; Jack had come home and finding no one,
knew there was some