THE LITTLE LACE MAKER continued, with a twinkle in her eye. Helda’s head drooped. How horribly ashamed of herself she had become. The next day things went much better and little by little Helda learned to use her bobbins without snarling them up until soon her daily task over her lace pillow became the pleasantest duty of the day. Her troubles were not wholly over by any means, but she was learning patience and perseverance as well as lace-making under the loving care of Aunt Ursula. And now, at last, more than ever, she was glad that she had come to Ghent.
125