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Updated: June 19, 2025
It is often so. They who go weeping to look for the dead body of a sorrow, find a vision of angels where the body has lain. "I hope Fardie 'll be glad to see us and Ellen will have gingerbread," Sue chattered; then, pausing at the window, she added, "I'm sorry to leave the hills, 'cause I 'specially like them, don't you, Mardie?"
Safely in bed again, there was a long pause, and then the eager little voice began, "Who'll take care of Fardie now?" "He's a big man; he does n't need anybody." "What if he's sick?" "We must go back to him, I suppose." "Tomorrow 's Sunday; what if he needs us tomorrow, Mardie?" "I don't know, I don't know!
Sue's voice broke the stillness: "How long are we going to stay here, Mardie?" "I don't know, Sue; I think perhaps as long as they'll let us." "Will Fardie come and see us?" "I don't expect him." "Who'll take care of Jack, Mardie?" "Your Aunt Louisa."
"A nice lap to sit in. Fardie has a nice lap, too, and Uncle Joel Atterbury, but not Aunt Louisa; she lets you slide right off; it's a bony, hard lap. I love Elder Gray, and I climbed on his lap one day. He put me right down, but I'm sure he likes children. I wish I could take right hold of his hand and walk all over the farm, but he would n't let me, I s'pose.
"This is for Fardie," she would say, "and this for Jack and this for Ellen and this for Aunt Louisa the needle-book, 'cause she's so useful. Oh, I'm glad we're going home, Mardie, though I do love it here, and I was most ready to be a truly Shaker. It's kind of pityish to have your hair shingled and your stocking half-knitted and know how to say 'yee' and then have it all wasted."
"Don't cry, darling Mardie! I won't talk any more, not for days and days! Let me wipe your poor eyes. Don't let Elder Gray see you crying, or he'll think I've been naughty. He's just going in downstairs to see Eldress Abby. Was it wrong what I said about backsliding, or what, Mardie? We'll help each udder climb, an' then we'll go home an' help poor lonesome Fardie; shall we?"
A large feathered hat, a blue silk dress, and a flowered skirt were on the rug, near which a very plump child of three, with straggling yellow hair, was trying to get a piece of gilt paper off her shoe. She looked up with roguish blue eyes to say rapidly: "Fardie doesn't know what baby goin' agive 'm for Kissemus!" "Hello!
"And we'll tell Fardie about Polly Reed and the little quail bird, won't we?" "Yes; but he and Jack will have a great deal to say to us, and we must n't talk all the time about the dear, kind Shakers, you know!" "You're all 'buts, Mardie!" at which Susanna smiled through her tears.
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