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Updated: May 14, 2025
The words floated out over the trees in the woman's trembling voice and the child's treble. "Elder Gray looks tired though he's just got up," Sue continued. "He is not strong," replied her mother, remembering Brother Ansel's statement that the Elder "wa'n't diseased anywheres, but did n't have no durability." "The Elder would have a lovely lap," Sue remarked presently. "What?"
Susanna could not help smiling at Ansel's arraignment of her sex. "Do you think they follow you for the pleasure of shopping, or the pleasure of your conversation, Ansel?" she asked slyly. "A little o' both, mebbe; though the pleasure's all on their side," returned the unchivalrous Ansel.
I love Elderess Abby, but she does stop my happiness, Mardie. That's the second time today, for she took Moses away from me when I was kissing him because he pinched his thumb in the window." "Why did you do that, Sue?" remonstrated her mother softly, remembering Ansel's proximity. "You never used to kiss strange little boys at home in Farnham."
"Feet like those of Eldress Abby or Elder Gray; feet of people who have always tried to do right." "Are Brother Ansel's feet saintly?" "He's a good, kind, hardworking man." "Is good, kind, hardworking, same as saintly?" "Well, it's not so very different, perhaps.
She had never supposed it possible that she could laugh again, and indeed she seldom felt like it, but Ansel's interpretations of Shaker doctrine were almost too much for her latent sense of humor. "What are you smiling at, and me so sad, Mardie?" quavered Sue, piteously, from the little plot of easy weeding her mother had given her to do. "I keep remembering my game!
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