"Don't you know the way to do, Hedwig?" said her grandmother: "you must wait on the stranger first."
"Help yourself, Mr. Teacher," said the girl, looking up without hesitation. The teacher took one, blushing.
"Eat some yourself," said her grandmother.
"No, thank you: just help yourselves: I hope they'll do you good."
"Where did you pick them?" asked her grandmother.
"In the gully by the side of our field: you know where the bush is:" said the girl, and went into the house.
The bush which had formed the subject of the teacher's first sketch was the same from which Hedwig now brought him the ripened fruit.
Hedwig soon returned, still followed by the white hen.
"Where are you going so fast, Miss Hedwig?" asked the teacher: "won't you stop and talk with us a little?"
"No, thank you: I'll go and see the old teacher a little before supper."