"Yes, no doubt; they had the same brave eyes and yet strangely timid look. ’T is a delicate, frail, spirited face. Our cousin Davis would be white-headed now; she was already gray in her twenties, when I last saw her. It sometimes seems but the other day. They said that Mistress Goodwin came home from Canada with her hair as white as snow. Yes, their eyes were alike; but the daughter had a Goodwin look, small featured and neatly made, as their women are. She could hold to a purpose and was very capable, and had wonderful quickness with figures; ’t is common to the whole line. Mistress Hetty, the mother, had a pleasing gentleness, but great dignity; she was born of those who long had been used to responsibility and the direction of others." Mary laughed a little. "When you say ’capable,’ it makes me think of old Peggy, at home," she explained. "One day, not long ago, I was in the spinning room while we chose a pattern for the new table linen, and she had a child there with her; you know that Peggy is fond of a little guest. There had been talk of a cake, and the child was currying favor lest she should be forgotten. "’Mrs. Peggy,’ she piped, ’my aunt Betsey says as how you ’re a very capering woman!’ "’What, what?’ says Peggy. ’Your aunt Betsey, indeed, you mite! Oh, I expect ’t was capable she meant,’ Peggy declared next moment, a little pacified, and turned to me with a lofty air. ’Can’t folks have an English tongue in their heads?’ she grumbled; but she ended our high affairs then, and went off to the kitchen with the child safe in hand." "I can see her go!" and Madam Wallingford laughed too, easily pleased with the homely tale. "Ah, but we must not laugh; it hurts my poor heart even to smile," she whispered. "My dear son is in prison, we know not where, and I have been forgetting him when I can laugh. I know not if he be live or dead, and we are so far from him, tossing in the midseas. Oh, what can two women like us do in England, in this time of bitterness, if the Loyalists are reckoned but brothers of the rebels? I dreamed it was all different till we heard such tales in Halifax." "We shall find many friends, and we need never throw away our hope," said Mary Hamilton soothingly. "And Master Sullivan bade me remember with his last blessing that God never makes us feel our weakness except to lead us to seek strength from Him. ’T was the saying of his old priest, the Abbé Fénelon." They sat silent together; the motion of the ship was gentle enough, and the western breeze was steady. It seemed like a quiet night again; the sun was going down, and there was a golden light in the thick web of rigging overhead, and the gray sails were turned to gold color.