“Good morning, Mrs. Heine!” I said.
“Come in!”
She showed herself, extending her large hands. They were damp. I thought she was employing herself in washing.
Is there any sweeter occupation than service to an old lady?
“Let me help you!”
I carried out a bucket to a spring in the backyard.
I brimmed it with the waters. It was so weighty. A naughty stone bounced under my heel. I was thrown down like a toy.
Alas!
My bucket was upset over my skirt.
I had made myself a specimen of misery. “O grandma, it’s raining awfully outside!” I cried.