o 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. "I've 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 child's husband is in the settlement, and will be here tonight,"
said Simeon.

"Now, thee doesn't say that, father?" said Rachel, all her face radiant
with joy.

"It's 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.

"Let's 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 Eliza's 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 neckerc