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A short story of a little girl who is a servant and how she won the heart of an unbelieving gardener.
One of Grace’s earliest books was “A Little Servant”, published in 1890 while she was still unmarried.
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Grace Livingston Hill
A LITTLE SERVANT
First published in 1890
Copyright © 2018 Classica Libris
High in that graceful branch yonder, just under the largest maple leaf, there hides a nest. Look! Do you see the leaf rise in the wind? There! There she is, that little gray bird.
All day long the bough rocks up and down, to and fro, and all night long the stars peep through the leaves at her, and the tender moonlight sheds a golden rain around. Through all the long summer the sweet wind hovers, now singing a song of peace and love and home and joy, now lifting the green canopy overhead, to give the little mother a view of some soft cloud floating in the blue sea above. And so she sits, and broods and broods.
And when it rains? Why, it never rains at all in that sheltered nest; the leaves look out for that.
Watch! Dipping, swooping, curving, with a flutter and a whirl, comes a wee bird, smaller than the other, and she has yellow feathers in her wings. But mother-bird’s eyes are on her, and wondering, she anxiously awaits the result of this unexpected visit.
The small visitor hops about a bit with a saucy air, eyeing all the time the neat and comfortable nest. Suddenly she makes a dart at a dainty bit of white cotton deftly woven into the nest, and as quickly carries away the pride and joy of the young mother-bird’s heart.
It was as if when you had just finished a nice little home, with bay windows, porches and cornices, and had sat down to your sewing to enjoy it all, someone had come and quickly picked off and carried away the bay windows, porches and pretty things, leaving your house bare and forlorn.