So they went down the hill into the road, and the three who were to wait seated themselves under a tree near the house. The two little girls walked on, and entered the yard in front of the house. Uncle Ben was picking currants, not far off, and they made their way to the spot, being very careful not to tread upon any of the plants.
As they came near to the old man, he heard their steps, and turned to see who they were. He looked very sour and cross, and Flora began to have some doubts in regard to her mission, which was not only to get some water, but to see if Uncle Ben would not speak kindly to her. He did not look as if he could speak a pleasant word, even if he tried ever so hard.
“What do you want here?” growled the old man, in a tone that made the little girls tremble with fear.
“Please, sir, I am very dry. Will you please to let me have a drink of water?”
“There is the well; you can help yourself,” replied Uncle Ben, in much gentler tones than before.
“Thank you, sir; we won’t tread on any thing, nor do a bit of harm.”
Flora thought Uncle Ben was trying to smile as she turned to go; but she was certain he did not smile. For my part I don’t see how he could help smiling, when he looked upon such a good girl as Flora.
Uncle Ben assists the Girls.