se overhanging a sharp chin, brought near to it by the toothless
jaws of age, gave to the side face a queer look of rapacity,
contradicted by the refinement and serene kindliness of the full face
now turned upon the German.

"Friend Schmidt," he said, "our young friend, we are told, has been
unwise and exhibited herself among those of the world in unseemly
attire. There are those of us who, like Friend Logan, are setting a bad
example in their attire to the young. I may not better state how we feel
than in the words of William Penn: 'Choose thy clothes by thine own eye,
not by another's; the more simple and plain they are the better; neither
unshapely nor fantastical, and for use and decency, not for pride.' I
think my memory serves me."

"I shall not argue with you, sir, but being in part an eye-witness, I
shall relate what did occur," and he told very simply of the rude jest,
and of the girl's embarrassment as he had heard it from the mother.

"I see," said Pemberton. "Too much has been made of it. She will hear no
more of it from Friends, and it may be a lesson. Wilt thou greet her
with affectionate remembrance from an old man and repeat what I have
said?"

"I will do so."

"But there is a matter more serious. We are told that she bought a
lottery-ticket, and has won a great prize. This we hear from Josiah
Langstroth."

"Did he say this--that she bought a ticket?"

"We are so advised."

"Then he lied. He bought it in her name, without asking her."

"Art thou sure? Thy language is strong."

"Yes, I am sure."

"And what will Mary Swanwick do with this money won in evil ways?"

"I do not know."

"It is well that she should be counseled."

"Do you not think, sir, as a man of sense and a gentleman and more, that
it may be well to leave a high-minded woman to dispose of this matter?
If she goes wrong, will it not then be time to interfere? There is not a
ha'-penny of greed in her. Let her alone."

The Quaker sat still a moment, his lean figure bent over his staff.
"Thou art right," he said, looking up. "The matter shall rest, unless
worse come of it."

"Why not see Mr. Langstroth about it?" said the German, mischievously
inclined. "He is of Friends, I presume."

"He is not," said Pemberton. "He talked in the war of going forth from
us with Wetherill, but he hath not the courage of a house-fly. His
doings are without conscience, and now he is set in his ways. He hath
been temperately dealt with long a