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    A Little Servant
    A Little Servant
    A Little Servant
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    A Little Servant

    By Grace Livingston Hill

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    A short story of a little girl who is a servant and how she won the heart of an unbelieving gardener.
    One of Grace’s earliest books was “A Little Servant”, published in 1890 while she was still unmarried.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherClassica Libris
    Release dateDec 31, 2018
    ISBN9788829586745
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    Grace Livingston Hill

    Grace Livingston Hill was an early–twentieth century novelist who wrote both under her real name and the pseudonym Marcia Macdonald. She wrote more than one hundred novels and numerous short stories. She was born in Wellsville, New York, in 1865 to Marcia Macdonald Livingston and her husband, Rev. Charles Montgomery Livingston. Hill’s writing career began as a child in the 1870s, writing short stories for her aunt’s weekly children’s publication, The Pansy. She continued writing into adulthood as a means to support her two children after her first husband died. Hill died in 1947 in Swarthmore, Pennsylvania.

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      A Little Servant - Grace Livingston Hill

      SERVANT

      Copyright

      First published in 1890

      Copyright © 2018 Classica Libris

      1

      High in that graceful branch yonder, just under the largest maple leaf, there hides a nest. Look! Do you see the leaf rise in the wind? There! There she is, that little gray bird.

      All day long the bough rocks up and down, to and fro, and all night long the stars peep through the leaves at her, and the tender moonlight sheds a golden rain around. Through all the long summer the sweet wind hovers, now singing a song of peace and love and home and joy, now lifting the green canopy overhead, to give the little mother a view of some soft cloud floating in the blue sea above. And so she sits, and broods and broods.

      And when it rains? Why, it never rains at all in that sheltered nest; the leaves look out for that.

      Watch! Dipping, swooping, curving, with a flutter and a whirl, comes a wee bird, smaller than the other, and she has yellow feathers in her wings. But mother-bird’s eyes are on her, and wondering, she anxiously awaits the result of this unexpected visit.

      The small visitor hops about a bit with a saucy air, eyeing all the time the neat and comfortable nest. Suddenly she makes a dart at a dainty bit of white cotton deftly woven into the nest, and as quickly carries away the pride and joy of the young mother-bird’s heart.

      It was as if when you had just finished a nice little home, with bay windows, porches and cornices, and had sat down to your sewing to enjoy it all, someone had come and quickly picked off and carried away the bay windows, porches and pretty things, leaving your house bare and forlorn.

      Yes, that bit of cotton was a bay window, a porch, a cornice, and all the other beautifying things to little birdie’s heart. So also thought Yellow Wings, or she would never have made such a bold attempt to steal in broad daylight.

      With a cry of dismay, mother-bird darted after her, but too late, alas! Yellow Wings was fleet and wary. She knew the quickest way to get out of sight, and poor little mother-bird must come back to her dismantled home to tell her husband the sorrowful tale, and they two repair the damage as best they can. It is not the work of a day, though, for such bits of cotton are not always to be found for the looking. Poor little birds! And two watchers, standing by, saw it all.

      One was—Did you ever know the little girl that lived in the pretty house, with the garden all about it? Her eyes were bits of blue left over when the sky was finished. Her hair was like curling

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