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If these words had been spoken by some easy, self-indulgent exhorter, from whose mouth they might have come merely as pious and rhetorical flourish, proper to be used to people in distress, perhaps they might not have had much ef- fect; but coming from one who daily and calmly risked fine and imprisonment for the cause of God and man, they had a weight that could not but be felt, and both the poor, desolate fugitives found calmness and strength breathing into them from it. And now Rachel took Eliza’s hand kindly, and led the way to the supper-ta- ble. As they were sitting down, a light tap sounded at the door, and Ruth entered. “I just ran in,” she said, “with these little stockings for the boy,- three pair, nice, warm woollen ones. It will be so cold, thee knows, in Canada. Does thee keep up good courage, Eliza?” she added, tripping round to Eliza’s side of the ta- ble, and shaking her warmly by the hand, and slipping a seed-cake into Harry’s hand. “I brought a little parcel of these for him,” she said, tugging at her pocket to get out the package. “Children, thee knows, will always be eating.” “O, thank you; you are too kind,” said Eliza. “Come, Ruth sit down to supper,” said Rachel. “I couldn’t, any way. I left John with the baby, and some biscuits in the oven, and I can’t stay a moment, else John will burn up all the biscuits, and give the baby all the sugar in the bowl. That’s the way he does,” said the little Quakeress, |
