"Did thee ever know them to be quiet?" said Dorothy, helping Jimmy to relieve himself of his corn. "Well now, listen!" Rachel continued placidly, "'Second day, 27th' (of fifth month, he means, the letter's been a _long time_ coming), 'attended their mid-week meeting at London Grove, where my tongue as it were clave to the roof of my mouth, while Hannah Husbands was much favored, and enabled to lift up her voice like the song of an angel'"-- "Who's Hannah Husbands?" cried Dorothy. "Thee don't know her, dear. She was second cousin to thy father's step-mother; the families were not congenial, I believe; but she has a great gift for the ministry." "I should think she'd better be at home with her children,--if she has any. Fancy _thee_, mother, going about to strange meetings, and lifting up thy voice." "Hush! hush! Dorothy! Thy tongue's running away with thee. Consider the example thee's setting the boys." "Thee'd better write to father about Dorothy, mother! Perhaps Hannah Husbands would like to know what she thinks about her preachin'!" "Well now, be quiet, all of you. Here's something about Dorothy: 'I know that my dear daughter Dorothy is faithful and loving, albeit somewhat quick of speech, and restive under obligation. I would have thee remind her that an unwillingness to accept help from others argues a want of Christian Meekness. Entreat her, from me, not to conceal her needs from our neighbors, if so be she find her work oppressive. We know them to be of kindly intention, though not of our way of thinking in all particulars. Let her receive help from them, not as individuals, but as instruments of the Lord's protection, which it were impiety and ingratitude to deny.'" "There!" cried Shep. "That means thee's to let Luke Jordan finish the sheep-washing. Thee'd better have done it in the first place. We wouldn't have the old ewe to pick if thee had!" Dorothy was dimpling at the idea of Luke Jordan in the character of an instrument of heavenly protection. She had not regarded him in that light, it must be confessed, and had rejected him with scorn. "He may if he wants to," she said; "but you boys shall drive them over. I'll have nothing to do with it." "And shear them too, Dorothy? He asked to shear them long ago." "Well, _let_ him shear them, and keep the wool too." "I wouldn't say that, Dorothy!" said Rachel Barton. "We need the wool, and it seems as if over-payment might not be quite honest either." "Oh! mother, mother! What a mother thee is!" cried Dorothy laughing, and rumpling her cap-strings in a tumultuous embrace. "She's a great deal too good for _thee_, Dorothy Barton." "She's too good for all of us! How did thee ever come to have such a graceless set of children, mother?" "I'm very well satisfied," said Rachel. "But now do be quiet, and let's finish the letter. We must get to bed some time to-night!"