Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm
Seasons Of Growth
The days flew by; as summer had melted into autumn so autumn had given place to
winter. Life in the brick house had gone on more placidly of late, for Rebecca was
honestly trying to be more careful in the performance of her tasks and duties as well as
more quiet in her plays, and she was slowly learning the power of the soft answer in
turning away wrath.
Miranda had not had, perhaps, quite as many opportunities in which to lose her temper,
but it is only just to say that she had not fully availed herself of all that had offered
There had been one outburst of righteous wrath occasioned by Rebecca's over-hospitable
habits, which were later shown in a still more dramatic and unexpected fashion.
On a certain Friday afternoon she asked her aunt Miranda if she might take half her bread
and milk upstairs to a friend.
"What friend have you got up there, for pity's sake?" demanded aunt Miranda.
"The Simpson baby, come to stay over Sunday; that is, if you're willing, Mrs. Simpson
says she is. Shall I bring her down and show her? She's dressed in an old dress of Emma
Jane's and she looks sweet."
"You can bring her down, but you can't show her to me! You can smuggle her out the
way you smuggled her in and take her back to her mother. Where on earth do you get
your notions, borrowing a baby for Sunday!"
"You're so used to a house without a baby you don't know how dull it is," sighed Rebecca
resignedly, as she moved towards the door; "but at the farm there was always a nice fresh
one to play with and cuddle. There were too many, but that's not half as bad as none at
all. Well, I'll take her back. She'll be dreadfully disappointed and so will Mrs. Simpson.
She was planning to go to Milltown."
"She can un-plan then," observed Miss Miranda.
"Perhaps I can go up there and take care of the baby?" suggested Rebecca. "I brought her
home so 't I could do my Saturday work just the same."
"You've got enough to do right here, without any borrowed babies to make more steps.
Now, no answering back, just give the child some supper and carry it home where it