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O, shes better, said Ruth; I was in, this morning; made the bed, tidied up the house. Leah Hills went in, this afternoon, and baked bread and pies enough to last some days; and I engaged to go back to get her up, this evening. I will go in tomorrow, and do any cleaning there may be, and look over the mending, said Rachel. Ah! that is well, said Ruth. Ive heard, she added, that Hannah Stanwood is sick. John was up there, last night,I must go there tomorrow. John can come in here to his meals, if thee needs to stay all day, suggested Rachel. Thank thee, Rachel; will see, tomorrow; but, here comes Simeon. Simeon Halliday, a tall, straight, muscular man, in drab coat and pantaloons, and broad-brimmed hat, now entered. How is thee, Ruth? he said, warmly, as he spread his broad open hand for her little fat palm; and how is John? O! John is well, and all the rest of our folks, said Ruth, cheerily. Any news, father? said Rachel, as she was putting her biscuits into the oven. Peter Stebbins told me that they should be along tonight, with friends, said Simeon, significantly, as he was washing his hands at a neat sink, in a little back porch. Indeed! said Rachel, looking thoughtfully, and glancing at Eliza. Did thee say thy name was Harris? said Simeon to Eliza, as he reentered. Rachel glanced quickly at her husband, as Eliza tremulously answered yes; her fears, ever uppermost, suggesting that possibly there might be advertisements out for her. Mother! said Simeon, standing in the porch, and calling Rachel out. What does thee want, father? said Rachel, rubbing her floury hands, as she went into the porch. This childs husband is in the settlement, and will be here tonight, said Simeon. Now, thee doesnt say that, father? said Rachel, all her face radiant with joy. Its really true. Peter was down yesterday, with the wagon, to the other stand, and there he found an old woman and two men; and one said his name was George Harris; and from what he told of his history, I am certain who he is. He is a bright, likely fellow, too. Shall we tell her now? said Simeon. Lets tell Ruth, said Rachel. Here, Ruth,come here. Ruth laid down her knitting-work, and was in the back porch in a moment. Ruth, what does thee think? said Rachel. Father says Elizas husband is in the last company, and will be here tonight. A burst of joy from the little Quakeress interrupted the speech. She gave such a bound from the floor, as she clapped her little hands, that two stray curls fell from under her Quaker cap, and lay brightly on her white neckerchief. |
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