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Rachel now took down a snowy moulding-board, and, tying on an apron, pro- ceeded quietly to making up some biscuits, first saying to Mary,- “Mary, hadn’t thee better tell John to get a chicken ready?” and Mary disappeared accordingly. “And how is Abigail Peters?” said Rachel, as she went on with her biscuits. “O, she’s 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 to-morrow, and do any cleaning there may be, and look over the mending,” said Rachel. “Ah! that is well,” said Ruth. “I’ve heard,” she added, “that Hannah Stan- wood is sick. John was up there, last night,- I must go there to-morrow.” “John can come in here to his meals, if thee needs to stay all day,” suggested Rachel. “Thank thee, Rachel; will see, to-morrow; 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. |
