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“ Now we’ll soon get to Goodfields, Karlie
bov, and Mother will be so glad to see us—oh,
so glad! Won’t it be jolly? ”
“ Yes—and then I’m going to have a
hundred pieces of bread and butter.”
Suddenly we stumbled against a fence!
And as suddenly my weariness vanished.
Wliere there was a fence, there must be
peo-ple. We jumped over the fence. Beyond it
was a little cleared space where
stood—ves-really—a tiny hut. Then—wasn’t it queer?
I was so glad that I began to cry violently as
I dashed towards the house.
It was so very dark that I could not
dis-tinguish anything clearly, but I could see that
there was some one sitting on the door-stone.
And just imagine! When we drew nearer, I
saw that it was Crazy Helen, an old
half-witted woman who went about among the
farms begging, Many a time through the
summer had she been at Goodfields, and she
had told us that she lived all alone in the forest,
high, high up on the mountain.
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