Mrs. Snow sighed.
“Dear me, she will need much care, to teach her how to do things well. But I guess her folks will come for her before long.”
“I don’t know who her folks can be. She has never learned any prayers.”
“Poor child, she must be a sad case.” Mrs. Snow sighed again.
“But she is very fearless. This morning, before I went to her room, she had climbed out of the window and broken off a piece of the maple tree with buds on it.”
“What, way up there at the roof?”
“Yes, she said that was nothing, for she had hold of the blind.”
“What did she want the branch for?”
“She wanted it for the red buds. She broke them off and put them in her cup, like flowers.”
“Well, Miss Rose, take her out to walk this afternoon, and ask her some questions. Perhaps you can find out where she lives.”