CONTENTS

FirstChronicleJackO’LanternSecondChronicleDaughtersofZionThirdChronicleRebecca’sThoughtBookFourthChronicleATragedyinMillineryFifthChronicleTheSavingoftheColorsSixthChronicleTheStateofMaineGirlSeventhChronicleTheLittleProphetEighthChronicleAbnerSimpson’sNewLeafNinthChronicleTheGreenIsleTenthChronicleRebecca’sReminiscencesEleventhChronicleAbijahtheBraveandtheFairEmmaJaneFirstChronicleJACKO’LANTERN

I

MissMirandaSawyer’sold-fashionedgardenwasthepleasantestspotinRiverboroonasunnyJulymorning。Therichcolorofthebrickhousegleamedandglowedthroughtheshadeoftheelmsandmaples。Luxurianthop-vinesclamberedupthelightningrodsandwaterspouts，hangingtheirdelicateclustershereandthereingracefulprofusion。Woodbinetransformedtheoldshedandtoolhousetothingsofbeauty，andtheflowerbedsthemselvesweretheprettiestandmostfragrantinallthecountryside。Arowofdahliasrandirectlyaroundthegardenspot，——dahliasscarlet，gold，andvariegated。Intheverycentrewasaroundplotwheretheupturnedfacesofathousandpansiessmiledamidtheirleaves，andinthefourcornersweretriangularblocksofsweetphloxoverwhichthebutterfliesflutteredunceasingly。Inthespacesbetweenranariotofportulacaandnasturtiums，whileinthemoreregular，shell-borderedbedsgrewspireaandgillyflowers，mignonette，marigolds，andclovepinks。

Backofthebarnandencroachingontheedgeofthehayfieldwasagroveofsweetcloverwhosewhitefeatherytipsfairlybentundertheassaultsofthebees，whilebanksofaromaticmintandthymedrankinthesunshineandsentitoutagainintothesummerair，warm，anddeliciouslyodorous。

ThehollyhockswereMissSawyer’spride，andtheygrewinastatelylinebeneaththefourkitchenwindows，theirtaperingtipssetthicklywithgaysatincircletsofpinkorlavenderorcrimson。

"Theygrowsomethinglikesteeples，"thoughtlittleRebeccaRandall，whowasweedingthebed，"andtheflat，roundflowersarelikerosettes；butsteepleswouldn’tbestuddedwithrosettes，soifyouwerewritingabouttheminacompositionyou’dhavetogiveuponeortheother，andIthinkI’llgiveupthesteeples：——

GaylittlehollyhockLiftingyourhead，SweetlyrosettedOutfromyourbed。

It’sapitythehollyhockisn’treallylittle，insteadofsteeplinguptothewindowtop，butIcan’tsay，’GayTALL

hollyhock。’……Imighthaveit’LinestoaHollyhockinMay，’

forthenitwouldbesmall；butoh，no！Iforgot；inMayitwouldn’tbeblooming，andit’ssoprettytosaythatitsheadis’sweetlyrosetted’……Iwishtheteacherwasn’taway；shewouldlike’sweetlyrosetted，’andshewouldliketohearmerecite’Rollon，thoudeepanddarkblueocean，roll！’thatI

learnedoutofAuntJane’sByron；therollscomeboomingoutofitjustlikethewavesatthebeach……Icouldmakenicecompositionsnow，everythingisbloomingso，andit’ssowarmandsunnyandhappyoutdoors。MissDearborntoldmetowritesomethinginmythoughtbookeverysingleday，andI’llbeginthisverynightwhenIgotobed。"

RebeccaRowenaRandall，thelittlenieceofthebrick-houseladies，andatpresentsojourningthereforpurposesofboard，lodging，education，andincidentallysuchdisciplineandchasteningasmightultimatelyproducemoralexcellence，——RebeccaRandallhadapassionfortherhymeandrhythmofpoetry。Fromherearliestchildhoodwordshadalwaysbeentoherwhatdollsandtoysaretootherchildren，andnowattwelvesheamusedherselfwithphrasesandsentencesandimagesasherschoolmatesplayedwiththepiecesoftheirdissectedpuzzles。Iftheheroineofastorytooka"cursoryglance"abouther"apartment，"RebeccawouldshortlyaskherAuntJanetotakea"cursoryglance"atheroversewingorhemming；ifthevillain"aidedandabetted"someoneincommittingacrime，shewouldbeforelongrequestthepleasureof"aidingandabetting"indishwashingorbedmaking。Sometimessheusedtheborrowedphrasesunconsciously；sometimesshebroughtthemintotheconversationwithanintensesenseofpleasureintheirharmonyorappropriateness；forabeautifulwordorsentencehadthesameeffectuponherimaginationasafragrantnosegay，astrainofmusic，orabrilliantsunset。

"Howareyougettin’on，RebeccaRowena？"calledaperemptoryvoicefromwithin。

"Prettygood，AuntMiranda；onlyIwishflowerswouldevercomeupasthickasthispigweedandplantainandsorrel。WhatMAKES

weedsbethickandflowersbethin？——Ijusthappenedtobestoppingtothinkaminutewhenyoulookedout。"

"Youthinkconsiderablemorethanyouweed，Iguess，byappearances。Howmanytimeshaveyoupeekedintothathummingbird’snest？Whydon’tyouworkalltoonceandplayalltoonce，likeotherfolks？"

"Idon’tknow，"thechildanswered，confoundedbythequestion，andstillmorebytheapparentlogicbackofit。"Idon’tknow，AuntMiranda，butwhenI’mworkingoutdoorssuchaSaturdaymorningasthis，thewholecreationjustscreamstometostopitandcomeandplay。"

"Well，youneedn’tgoifitdoes！"respondedherauntsharply。

"Itdon’tscreamtomewhenI’mrollin’outthesedoughnuts，anditwouldn’ttoyouifyourmindwasonyourduty。"

Rebecca’slittlebrownhandsflewinandoutamongtheweedsasshethoughtrebelliously："CreationWOULDN’TscreamtoAuntMiranda；itwouldknowshewouldn’tcome。

Screamon，thoubrightandgaycreation，scream！

’TisnotMirandathatwillhearthycry！

Oh，suchfunny，nicethingscomeintomyheadoutherebymyself，IdowishIcouldrunupandputthemdowninmythoughtbookbeforeIforgetthem，butAuntMirandawouldn’tlikemetoleaveoffweeding：——

RebeccawasweedingthehollyhockbedWhenwonderfulthoughtscameintoherhead。

HerauntwasoccupiedwiththerollingpinAndthethoughtsofhermindwerecommonandthin。

Thatwouldn’tdobecauseit’smeantoAuntMiranda，andanywayitisn’tgood。IMUSTcrawlunderthesyringashadeaminute，it’ssohot，andanybodyhastostopworkingonceinawhile，justtogettheirbreath，eveniftheyweren’tmakingpoetry。

RebeccawasweedingthehollyhockbedWhenmarvelousthoughtscameintoherhead。MirandawaswieldingtherollingpinAndthoughtsatsuchtimesseemedtoherasasin。

Howprettythehollyhockrosetteslookfromdownhereonthesweet，smellyground！

"Letmeseewhatwouldgowithrosetting。AIDINGANDABETTING，PETTING，HEN-SETTING，FRETTING，——there’snothingverynice，butI

canmakefretting’do。

CheeredbyRowena’spetting，Theflowersarerosetting，ButAuntMiranda’sfrettingDothsomewhatcloudtheday。"

Suddenlythesoundofwagonwheelsbrokethesilenceandthenavoicecalledout——avoicethatcouldnotwaituntilthefeetthatbelongedtoitreachedthespot："MissSaw-YER！Father’sgottodriveovertoNorthRiverboroonanerrand，andpleasecanRebeccago，too，asit’sSaturdaymorningandvacationbesides？"

Rebeccasprangoutfromunderthesyringabush，eyesflashingwithdelightasonlyRebecca’seyesCOULDflash，herfaceoneluminouscircleofjoyousanticipation。Sheclappedhergrubbyhands，anddancingupanddown，cried："MayI，AuntMiranda——canI，AuntJane——canI，AuntMiranda-Jane？I’mmorethanhalfthroughthebed。"

"IfyoufinishyourweedingtonightbeforesundownIs’poseyoucango，solongasMr。Perkinshasbeengoodenoughtoaskyou，"

respondedMissSawyerreluctantly。"Takeoffthatginghamapronandwashyourhandscleanatthepump。Youain’tbe’nouto’bedbuttwohoursan’yourheadlooksasroughasifyou’dslep’init。Thatcomesfromlayin’onthegroundsameasacaterpillar。

Smoothyourhairdownwithyourhandsan’p’r’apsEmmaJanecanbraiditasyougoalongtheroad。Runupandgetyoursecond-besthairribbonouto’yourupperdrawerandputonyourshadehat。No，youcan’twearyourcoralchain——jewelryain’tappropriateinthemorning。Howlongdoyoucal’latetobegone，EmmaJane？"

"Idon’tknow。Father’sjustbeensentfortoseeaboutasickwomanovertoNorthRiverboro。She’sgottogotothepoorfarm。"

ThisfragmentofnewsspeedilybroughtMissSawyer，andhersisterJaneaswell，tothedoor，whichcommandedaviewofMr。

Perkinsandhiswagon。Mr。Perkins，thefatherofRebecca’sbosomfriend，wasprimarilyablacksmith，andsecondarilyaselectmanandanoverseerofthepoor，amanthereforepossessedofwideandvariedinformation。

"Whoisitthat’ssick？"inquiredMiranda。

"AwomanovertoNorthRiverboro。"

"What’sthetrouble？"

"Can’tsay。"

"Stranger？’

"Yes，andno；she’sthatwilddaughterofoldNatePerrythatusedtoliveuptowardsModeration。YouremembersheranawaytoworkinthefactoryatMilltownandmarriedado——nothin’fellowbythenameo’JohnWinslow？"

"Yes；well，whereishe？Whydon’thetakecareofher？"

"Theyain’tworkedwellindoubleharness。They’vebeenrovin’

roundthecountry，livin’amonthhereandamonththerewherevertheycouldgetworkandhouse-room。Theyquarreledacoupleo’

weeksagoandhelefther。Sheandthelittleboykindo’campedoutinanoldloggin’cabinbackinthewoodsandshetookinwashin’foraspell；thenshegotterriblesickandain’texpectedtolive。"

"Who’sbeennursingher？"inquiredMissJane。

"LizyAnnDennett，thatlivesnearestneighbortothecabin；butIguessshe’stiredoutbein’goodSamaritan。Anyways，shesentwordthismornin’thatnobodycan’tseemtofindJohnWinslow；

thatthereain’tnorelations，andthetown’sgottoberesponsible，soI’mgoin’overtoseehowthelandlays。Climbin，Rebecca。Youan’EmmyJanecrowdbackonthecushionan’I’llsetforrard。That’sthetrick！Nowwe’reoff！"

"Dear，dear！"sighedJaneSawyerasthesisterswalkedbackintothebrickhouse。"IrememberonceseeingSallyPerryatmeeting。

Shewasahandsomegirl，andI’msorryshe’scometogrief。"

"Ifshe’dkep’ongoin’tomeetin’an’hadn’tlookedatthemenfolksshemighta’be’nearnin’anhonestlivin’thisminute，"

saidMiranda。"Menfolksareatthebottomofeverythingwronginthisworld，"shecontinued，unconsciouslyreversingtheverdictofhistory。

"ThenweoughttobeahappyandcontentedcommunityhereinRiverboro，"repliedJane，"asthere’ssixwomentooneman。"

"If’twassixteentoonewe’dbeallthesafer，"respondedMirandagrimly，puttingthedoughnutsinabrowncrockinthecellar-wayandslammingthedoor。

II

ThePerkinshorseandwagonrumbledalongoverthedustycountryroad，andafteradiscreetsilence，maintainedaslongashumanfleshcouldendure，Rebeccaremarkedsedately：

"It’sasaderrandforsuchashinymorning，isn’tit，Mr。

Perkins？"

"Plentyo’troubleintheworld，Rebecky，shinymornin’san’

all，"thatgoodmanreplied。"Ifyouwantabedtolayon，aroofoveryourhead，an’foodtoeat，you’vegottoworkforem。IfI

hadn’ta’laboredearlyan’late，learnedmytrade，an’deniedmyselfwhenIwasyoung，Imighta’be’napauperlayin’sickinaloggin’cabin，steado’bein’anoverseero’thepooran’

selectmandrivin’alongtotakethepaupertothepoorfarm。"

"Peoplethataremortgageddon’thavetogotothepoorfarm，dothey，Mr。Perkins？"askedRebecca，withashiveroffearassherememberedherhomefarmatSunnybrookandthedebtuponit；adebtwhichhadlainlikeashadowoverherchildhood。

"Blessyoursoul，no；notunlesstheyfailtopayup；butSalPerryan’herhusbandhadn’tgotfurenoughalonginlifetoBE

mortgaged。Youhavetoownsomethingbeforeyoucanmortgageit。"

Rebecca’sheartboundedasshelearnedthatamortgagerepresentedacertainstageinworldlyprosperity。

"Well，"shesaid，sniffinginthefragranceofthenew-mownhayandgrowinghopefulasshedidso；"maybethesickwomanwillbebettersuchabeautifulday，andmaybethehusbandwillcomebacktomakeitupandsayhe’ssorry，andsweetcontentwillreigninthehumblehabitationthatwasoncethesceneofpoverty，grief，anddespair。That’showitcameoutinastoryI’mreading。"

"Ihain’tnoticedthatlifecomesoutlikestoriesverymuch，"

respondedthepessimisticblacksmith，who，asRebeccaprivatelythought，hadreadlessthanhalfadozenbooksinhislongandprosperouscareer。

Adriveofthreeorfourmilesbroughtthepartytoapatchofwoodlandwheremanyofthetallpineshadbeenhewnthepreviouswinter。Theroofofaramshacklehutwasoutlinedagainstabackgroundofyoungbirches，andaroughpathmadeinhaulingthelogstothemainroadleddirectlytoitsdoor。

Astheydrewnearthefigureofawomanapproached——Mrs。LizyAnnDennett，inaginghamdress，withacalicoapronoverherhead。

"Goodmorning，Mr。Perkins，"saidthewoman，wholookedtiredandirritable。"I’mrealgladyoucomerightover，forshetookworseafterIsentyouword，andshe’sdead。"

Dead！Thewordstruckheavilyandmysteriouslyonthechildren’sears。Dead！Andtheiryounglives，justbegun，stretchedonandon，alldecked，likehope，inlivinggreen。Dead！Andalltherestoftheworldrevelinginstrength。Dead！Withallthedaisiesandbuttercupswavinginthefieldsandthemenheapingthemowngrassintofragrantcocksortossingitintoheavilyladencarts。Dead！Withthebrookstinklingafterthesummershowers，withthepotatoesandcornblossoming，thebirdssingingforjoy，andeverylittleinsecthummingandchirping，addingitsnotetotheblithechorusofwarm，throbbinglife。

"Iwasallalonewithher。Shepassedawaysuddenlyjestaboutbreako’day，"saidLizyAnnDennett。

"HersoulpassedupwardtoitsGodJustatthebreakofday。"

ThesewordscamesuddenlyintoRebecca’smindfromatinychamberwheresuchthingswerewonttoliequietlyuntilsomethingbroughtthemtothesurface。Shecouldnotrememberwhethershehadheardthematafuneralorreadtheminthehymnbookormadethemup"outofherownhead，"butshewassothrilledwiththeideaofdyingjustasthedawnwasbreakingthatshescarcelyheardMrs。Dennett’sconversation。

"IsentforAuntBeulahDay，an’she’sbe’nherean’laidherout，"continuedthelongsufferingLizyAnn。"Sheain’tgotanyfolks，an’JohnWinslowain’tneverhadanyasfarbackasIcanremember。Shebelongstoyourtownandyou’llhavetoburyherandtakecareofJacky——that’stheboy。He’sseventeenmonthsold，abrightlittlefeller，theimageo’John，butIcan’tkeephimanotherday。I’mallworeout；myownbaby’ssick，mother’srheumatizisextrybad，andmyhusband’scomin’hometonightfromhisweek’swork。Ifhefindsachildo’JohnWinslow’sunderhisroofIcan’tsaywhatwouldhappen；you’llhavetotakehimbackwithyoutothepoorfarm。"

"Ican’ttakehimuptherethisafternoon，"objectedMr。Perkins。

"Well，then，keephimoverSundayyourself；he’sgoodasakitten。JohnWinslow’llhearo’Sal’sdeathsoonerorlater，unlesshe’sgoneoutofthestatealtogether，an’whenheknowstheboy’satthepoorfarm，Ikindo’thinkhe’llcomeandclaimhim。Couldyoudrivemeovertothevillagetoseeaboutthecoffin，andwouldyouchildrenbeafraidtostayherealoneforaspell？"sheasked，turningtothegirls。

"Afraid？"theybothechoeduncomprehendingly。

LizyAnnandMr。Perkins，perceivingthatthefearofadeadpresencehadnotenteredthemindsofRebeccaorEmmaJane，saidnothing，butdroveofftogether，counselingthemnottostrayfarawayfromthecabinandpromisingtobebackinanhour。

Therewasnotahousewithinsight，eitherlookingupordowntheshadyroad，andthetwogirlsstoodhandinhand，watchingthewagonoutofsight；thentheysatdownquietlyunderatree，feelingallatonceanamelessdepressionhangingovertheirgaysummer-morningspirits。

Itwasverystillinthewoods；justthechirpofagrasshoppernowandthen，orthenoteofabird，ortheclickofafar-distantmowingmachine。

"We’reWATCHING！"whisperedEmmaJane。"TheywatchedwithGran’paPerkins，andtherewasagreatfuneralandtwoministers。Helefttwothousanddollarsinthebankandastorefullofgoods，andapaperthingyoucouldcutticketsoffoftwiceayear，andtheywerejustlikemoney。"

"TheywatchedwithmylittlesisterMira，too，"saidRebecca。

"Yourememberwhenshedied，andIwenthometoSunnybrookFarm？

Itwaswintertime，butshewascoveredwithevergreenandwhitepinks，andtherewassinging。"

"Therewon’tbeanyfuneralorministersorsinginghere，willthere？Isn’tthatawful？"

"Is’posenot；andoh，EmmaJane，noflowerseither。Wemightgetthoseforherifthere’snobodyelsetodoit。"

"Wouldyoudareputthemontoher？"askedEmmaJane，inahushedvoice。

"Idon’tknow；Ican’ttell；itmakesmeshiver，but，ofcourse，weCOULDdoitifweweretheonlyfriendsshehad。Let’slookintothecabinfirstandbeperfectlysurethattherearen’tany。

Areyouafraid？"

"N-no；Iguessnot。IlookedatGran’paPerkins，andhewasjustthesameasever。"

AtthedoorofthehutEmmaJane’scouragesuddenlydeparted。Sheheldbackshudderingandrefusedeithertoenterorlookin。

Rebeccashudderedtoo，butkepton，drawnbyaninsatiablecuriosityaboutlifeanddeath，anovermasteringdesiretoknowandfeelandunderstandthemysteriesofexistence，ahungerforknowledgeandexperienceatallhazardsandatanycost。

EmmaJanehurriedsoftlyawayfromthefeltterrorsofthecabin，andaftertwoorthreeminutesofuttersilenceRebeccaissuedfromtheopendoor，hersensitivefacepaleandwoe-begone，theever-readytearsrainingdownhercheeks。Sherantowardtheedgeofthewood，sinkingdownbyEmmaJane’sside，andcoveringhereyes，sobbedwithexcitement：

"Oh，EmmaJane，shehasn’tgotaflower，andshe’ssotiredandsad-looking，asifshe’dbeenhurtandhurtandneverhadanygoodtimes，andthere’saweeny，weenybabysideofher。Oh，I

wishIhadn’tgonein！"

EmmaJaneblenchedforaninstant。"Mrs。DennettneversaidTHERE

WASTWODEADONES！ISN’TTHATDREADFUL？But，"shecontinued，herpracticalcommonsensecomingtotherescue，"you’vebeeninonceandit’sallover；itwon’tbesobadwhenyoutakeintheflowersbecauseyou’llbeusedtoit。Thegoldenrodhasn’tbeguntobud，sothere’snothingtopickbutdaisies。ShallImakealongropeofthem，asIdidfortheschoolroom？"

"Yes，"saidRebecca，wipinghereyesandstillsobbing。"Yes，that’stheprettiest，andifweputitallroundherlikeaframe，theundertakercouldn’tbesocruelastothrowitaway，evenifsheisapauper，becauseitwilllooksobeautiful。FromwhattheSundayschoollessonssay，she’sonlyasleepnow，andwhenshewakesupshe’llbeinheaven。"

"THERE’SANOTHERPLACE，"saidEmmaJane，inanorthodoxandsepulchralwhisper，asshetookherever-presentballofcrochetcottonfromherpocketandbegantotwinethewhiteweedblossomsintoarope。

"Oh，well！"Rebeccarepliedwiththeeasytheologythatbelongedtohertemperament。"Theysimplycouldn’tsendherDOWNTHERE

withthatlittleweenybaby。Who’dtakecareofit？Youknowpagesixofthecatechismsaystheonlycompanionsofthewickedafterdeatharetheirfatherthedevilandalltheotherevilangels；itwouldn’tbeanyplacetobringupababy。"

"Wheneverandwherevershewakesup，Ihopeshewon’tknowthatthebigbabyisgoingtothepoorfarm。Iwonderwhereheis？"

"PerhapsovertoMrs。Dennett’shouse。Shedidn’tseemsorryabit，didshe？"

"No，butIsupposeshe’stiredsittingupandnursingastranger。

Motherwasn’tsorrywhenGran’paPerkinsdied；shecouldn’tbe，forhewascrossallthetimeandhadtobefedlikeachild。

WhyAREyoucryingagain，Rebecca？"

"Oh，Idon’tknow，Ican’ttell，EmmaJane！OnlyIdon’twanttodieandhavenofuneralorsingingandnobodysorryforme！I

justcouldn’tbearit！"

"NeithercouldI，"EmmaJanerespondedsympathetically；"butp’r’apsifwe’rerealgoodanddieyoungbeforewehavetobefed，theywillbesorry。IdowishyoucouldwritesomepoetryforherasyoudidforAliceRobinson’scanarybird，onlystillbetter，ofcourse，likethatyoureadmeoutofyourthoughtbook。"

"Icould，easyenough，"exclaimedRebecca，somewhatconsoledbytheideathatherrhymingfacultycouldbeofanyuseinsuchanemergency。"ThoughIdon’tknowbutitwouldbekindofboldtodoit。I’mallpuzzledabouthowpeoplegettoheavenafterthey’reburied。Ican’tunderstanditabit；butifthepoetryisonher，whatifthatshouldgo，too？AndhowcouldIwriteanythinggoodenoughtobereadoutloudinheaven？"

"Alittlepieceofpapercouldn’tgettoheaven；itjustcouldn’t，"assertedEmmaJanedecisively。"Itwouldbeallblowntopiecesanddriedup。Andnobodyknowsthattheangelscanreadwriting，anyway。"

"Theymustbeaseducatedasweare，andmoreso，too，"agreedRebecca。"Theymustbemorethanjustdeadpeople，orelsewhyshouldtheyhavewings？ButI’llgooffandwritesomethingwhileyoufinishtherope；it’sluckyyoubroughtyourcrochetcottonandImyleadpencil。"

Infifteenortwentyminutesshereturnedwithsomelineswrittenonascrapofbrownwrappingpaper。StandingsoberlybyEmmaJane，shesaid，preparingtoreadthemaloud："They’renotgood；

Iwasafraidyourfather’dcomebackbeforeIfinished，andthefirstversesoundsexactlylikethefuneralhymnsinthechurchbook。Icouldn’tcallherSallyWinslow；itdidn’tseemnicewhenIdidn’tknowherandsheisdead，soIthoughtifIsaidfriend’

itwouldshowshehadsomebodytobesorry。

"ThisfriendofourshasdiedandgoneFromustoheaventolive。

IfshehassinnedagainstThee，Lord，WeprayThee，Lord，forgive。

"HerhusbandrunnethfarawayAndknowethnotshe’sdead。

Oh，bringhimback——eretistoolate——

Tomournbesideherbed。

"Andifperchanceitcan’tbeso，Betothechildrenkind；

Theweenyonethatgoeswithher，Theotherleftbehind。"

"Ithinkthat’sperfectlyelegant！"exclaimedEmmaJane，kissingRebeccafervently。"YouarethesmartestgirlinthewholeStateofMaine，anditsoundslikeaminister’sprayer。Iwishwecouldsaveupandbuyaprintingmachine。ThenIcouldlearntoprintwhatyouwriteandwe’dbepartnerslikefatherandBillMoses。

Shallyousignitwithyournamelikewedoourschoolcompositions？"

"No，"saidRebeccasoberly。"Icertainlyshan’tsignit，notknowingwhereit’sgoingorwho’llreadit。Ishalljusthideitintheflowers，andwhoeverfindsitwillguessthattherewasn’tanyministerorsinging，orgravestone，oranything，sosomebodyjustdidthebesttheycould。"

III

Thetiredmotherwiththe"weenybaby"onherarmlayonalongcarpenter’sbench，herearthlyjourneyover，andwhenRebeccastoleinandplacedtheflowerygarlandallalongtheedgeoftherudebier，deathsuddenlytookonamoregraciousandbenignaspect。Itwasonlyachild’ssympathyandintuitionthatsoftenedtherigorsofthesadmoment，butpoor，wildSalWinslow，inherframeofdaisies，lookedasifsheweremissedalittlebyanunfriendlyworld；whiletheweenybaby，whosehearthadfallenasleepalmostassoonasithadlearnedtobeat，theweenybaby，withEmmaJane’snosegayofbuttercupsinitstinywrinkledhand，smiledasifitmighthavebeenlovedandlongedforandmourned。

"We’vedoneallwecannowwithoutaminister，"whisperedRebecca。"Wecouldsing，Godisevergood’outoftheSundayschoolsongbook，butI’mafraidsomebodywouldhearusandthinkweweregayandhappy。What’sthat？"

Astrangesoundbrokethestillness；agurgle，ayawn，amerrylittlecall。Thetwogirlsraninthedirectionfromwhichitcame，andthere，onanoldcoat，inaclumpofgoldenrodbushes，layachildjustwakingfromarefreshingnap。

"It’stheotherbabythatLizyAnnDennetttoldabout！"criedEmmaJane。

"Isn’thebeautiful！"exclaimedRebecca。"Comestraighttome！"

andshestretchedoutherarms。

Thechildstruggledtoitsfeet，andtottered，wavering，towardthewarmwelcomeofthevoiceandeyes。Rebeccawasallmother，andhermaternalinstinctshadbeenwelldevelopedinthelargefamilyinwhichshewasnexttotheeldest。ShehadalwaysconfessedthattherewereperhapsatrifletoomanybabiesatSunnybrookFarm，but，nevertheless，hadsheeverheardit，shewouldhavestoodloyallybytheJapaneseproverb："Whetherbroughtforthuponthemountainorinthefield，itmattersnothing；morethanatreasureofonethousandryoababypreciousis。"

"Youdarlingthing！"shecrooned，asshecaughtandliftedthechild。"YoulookjustlikeaJack-o’-lantern。"

Theboywascladinayellowcottondress，veryfullandstiff。

Hishairwasofsuchabrightgold，andsosleekandshiny，thathelookedlikeafair，smoothlittlepumpkin。Hehadwideblueeyesfulloflaughter，aneatlittleverticalnose，aneatlittlehorizontalmouthwithhisfewneatlittleteethshowingveryplainly，andonthewholeRebecca’sfigureofspeechwasnotsowideofthemark。

"Oh，EmmaJane！Isn’thetoolovelytogotothepoorfarm？Ifonlyweweremarriedwecouldkeephimandsaynothingandnobodywouldknowthedifference！NowthattheSimpsonshavegoneawaythereisn’tasinglebabyinRiverboro，andonlyoneinEdgewood。

It’saperfectshame，butIcan’tdoanything；yourememberAuntMirandawouldn’tletmehavetheSimpsonbabywhenIwantedtoborrowherjustforonerainySunday。"

"Mymotherwon’tkeephim，soit’snousetoaskher；shesaysmosteverydayshe’sgladwe’regrownup，andshethankstheLordtherewasn’tbuttwoofus。"

"AndMrs。PeterMeserveistoonervous，"Rebeccawenton，takingthevillagehousesinturn；"andMrs。Robinsonistooneat。"

"Peopledon’tseemtolikeanybuttheirownbabies，"observedEmmaJane。

"Well，Ican’tunderstandit，"Rebeccaanswered。"Ababy’sababy，Ishouldthink，whoseeveritis！MissDearborniscomingbackMonday；Iwonderifshe’dlikeit？Shehasnothingtodooutofschool，andwecouldborrowitallthetime！"

"Idon’tthinkitwouldseemverygenteelforayoungladylikeMissDearborn，who’boardsround，’totakeababyfromplacetoplace，"objectedEmmaJane。

"Perhapsnot，"agreedRebeccadespondently，"butIthinkifwehaven’tgotany——any——PRIVATEbabiesinRiverboroweoughttohaveoneforthetown，andallhaveashareinit。We’vegotatownhallandatownlamppostandatownwateringtrough。Thingsaresouneven！OnehouselikemineatSunnybrook，brimfulofchildren，andtheverynextoneempty！Theonlywaytofixthemrightwouldbetoletallthebabiesthateverarebelongtoallthegrown-uppeoplethateverare，——justdividethemup，youknow，ifthey’dgoround。Oh，Ihaveathought！Don’tyoubelieveAuntSarahCobbwouldkeephim？Shecarriesflowerstothegraveyardeverylittlewhile，andonceshetookmewithher。

There’samarblecross，anditsays：SACREDTOTHEMEMORYOF

SARAHELLEN，BELOVEDCHILDOFSARAHANDJEREMIAHCOBB，AGED17

MONTHS。Why，that’sanotherreason；Mrs。Dennettsaysthisoneisseventeenmonths。There’sfiveofusleftatthefarmwithoutme，butifwewereonlynearertoRiverboro，howquickmotherwouldletinonemore！"

"Wemightseewhatfatherthinks，andthatwouldsettleit，"saidEmmaJane。"Fatherdoesn’tthinkverysudden，buthethinksawfulstrong。Ifwedon’tbotherhim，andfindaplaceourselvesforthebaby，perhapshe’llbewilling。He’scomingnow；Ihearthewheels。"

LizyAnnDennettvolunteeredtostayandperformthelastriteswiththeundertaker，andJack-o’-lantern，withhisslenderwardrobetiedinabandannahandkerchief，wasliftedintothewagonbythereluctantMr。Perkins，andjubilantlyheldbyRebeccainherlap。Mr。Perkinsdroveoffasspeedilyaspossible，beingheartilysickofthewholeaffair，andthinkingwiselythatthelittlegirlshadalreadyseenandheardmorethanenoughoftheseamysideoflifethatmorning。

DiscussionconcerningJack-o’-lantern’sfuturewasprudentlydeferredforaquarterofanhour，andthenMr。Perkinswasmercilesslypeltedwithargumentsagainstthechoiceofthepoorfarmasaplaceofresidenceforababy。

"Hisfatherissuretocomebacksometime，Mr。Perkins，"urgedRebecca。"Hecouldn’tleavethisbeautifulthingforever；andifEmmaJaneandIcanpersuadeMrs。Cobbtokeephimalittlewhile，wouldyoucare？"

No；onreflectionMr。Perkinsdidnotcare。Hemerelywantedaquietlifeandenoughtimeleftoverfromthepublicservicetoattendtohisblacksmith’sshop；soinsteadofgoinghomeoverthesameroadbywhichtheycamehecrossedthebridgeintoEdgewoodanddroppedthechildrenatthelonglanewhichledtotheCobbhouse。

Mrs。Cobb，"AuntSarah"tothewholevillage，satbythewindowlookingforUncleJerry，whowouldsoonbeseendrivingthenoonstagetothepostofficeoverthehill。ShealwayshadaneyeoutforRebecca，too，foreversincethechildhadbeenapassengeronMr。Cobb’sstagecoach，makingtheeventfultripfromherhomefarmtothebrickhouseinRiverboroinhiscompany，shehadbeenaconstantvisitorandthejoyofthequiethousehold。EmmaJane，too，wasawell-knownfigureinthelane，butthestrangebabywasinthenatureofasurprise——asurprisesomewhatmodifiedbythefactthatRebeccawasadramaticpersonageandmoreliabletoappearinconjunctionwithcuriousoutriders，comrades，andretainersthantheordinaryRiverborochild。Shehadrunawayfromthetoosterndisciplineofthebrickhouseononeoccasion，andhadbeenpersuadedtoreturnbyUncleJerry。Shehadescortedawanderingorgangrindertotheirdoorandbeggedalodgingforhimonarainynight；soonthewholetherewasnothingamazingaboutthecomingprocession。

Thelittlepartytoileduptothehospitabledoor，andMrs。Cobbcameouttomeetthem。

Rebeccawasspokesman。EmmaJane’stalentdidnotlieineloquentspeech，butitwouldhavebeenavaliantandafluentchildindeedwhocouldhaveusurpedRebecca’sprivilegesandtendenciesinthisdirection，languagebeinghernativeelement，andwordsofassortedsizesspringingspontaneouslytoherlips。

"AuntSarah，dear，"shesaid，plumpingJack-o’-lanterndownonthegrassasshepulledhisdressoverhisfeetandsmoothedhishairbecomingly，"willyoupleasenotsayawordtillIgetthrough——asit’sveryimportantyoushouldknoweverythingbeforeyouansweryesorno？ThisisababynamedJackyWinslow，andIthinkhelookslikeaJack-o’-lantern。HismotherhasjustdiedovertoNorthRiverboro，allalone，exceptingforMrs。LizyAnnDennett，andtherewasanotherlittleweenybabythatdiedwithher，andEmmaJaneandIputflowersaroundthemanddidthebestwecould。Thefather——that’sJohnWinslow——quarreledwiththemother——thatwasSalPerryontheModerationRoad——andranawayandlefther。Sohedoesn’tknowhiswifeandtheweenybabyaredead。Andthetownhasgottoburythembecausetheycan’tfindthefatherrightoffquick，andJackyhasgottogotothepoorfarmthisafternoon。Anditseemsanawfulshametotakehimuptothatlonesomeplacewiththoseoldpeoplethatcan’tamusehim，andifEmmaJaneandAliceRobinsonandItakemostallthecareofhimwethoughtperhapsyouandUncleJerrywouldkeephimjustforalittlewhile。You’vegotacowandaturn-upbedstead，youknow，"shehurriedoninsinuatingly，"andthere’shardlyanypleasureascheapasmorebabieswherethere’severbeenanybefore，forbabycarriagesandtrundlebedsandcradlesdon’twearout，andthere’salwaysclothesleftoverfromtheoldbabytobeginthenewoneon。Ofcourse，wecancollectenoughthingstostartJacky，sohewon’tbemuchtroubleorexpense；andanyway，he’spastthemosttroublesomeageandyouwon’thavetobeupnightswithhim，andheisn’tafraidofanybodyoranything，asyoucanseebyhisjustsittingtherelaughingandsuckinghisthumb，thoughhedoesn’tknowwhat’sgoingtobecomeofhim。Andhe’sjustseventeenmonthsoldlikedearlittleSarahElleninthegraveyard，andwethoughtweoughttogiveyoutherefusalofhimbeforehegoestothepoorfarm，andwhatdoyouthinkaboutit？Becauseit’snearmydinnertimeandAuntMirandawillkeepmeinthewholeafternoonifI’mlate，andI’vegottofinishweedingthehollyhockbedbeforesundown。"

IV

Mrs。Cobbhadenjoyedaconsiderableperiodofreflectionduringthismonologue，andJackyhadnotusedthetimeunwisely，offeringseveralunconsciousargumentsandsuggestionstothematterunderdiscussion；lurchingoveronthegreenswardandrightinghimselfwithachuckle，kickinghisbarefeetaboutindelightatthesunshineandgropingforhistoeswitharmstooshorttoreachthem，themovementinvolvinganentireupsettingofequilibriumfollowedbymorechuckles。

Comingdownthelastofthestonesteps，SarahEllen’smotherregardedthebabywithinterestandsympathy。

"Poorlittlemite！"shesaid；"thatdoesn’tknowwhathe’slostandwhat’sgoingtohappentohim。Seemstomewemightkeephimaspelltillwe’resurehisfather’sdesertedhimforgood。WanttocometoAuntSarah，baby？"

Jack-o’-lanternturnedfromRebeccaandEmmaJaneandregardedthekindfacegravely；thenheheldoutbothhishandsandMrs。

Cobb，stooping，gatheredhimlikeaharvest。Beingliftedintoherarms，heatoncetoreherspectaclesfromhernoseandlaughedaloud。Takingthemfromhimgently，sheputthemonagain，andsethiminthecushionedrockingchairunderthelilacbushesbesidethesteps。Thenshetookoneofhissofthandsinhersandpattedit，andflutteredherfingerslikebirdsbeforehiseyes，andsnappedthemlikecastanets，rememberingalltheartsshehadlavishedupon"SarahEllen，agedseventeenmonths，"

yearsandyearsago。

Motherlessbabyandbabylessmother，Bringthemtogethertoloveoneanother。

Rebeccaknewnothingofthiscouplet，butshesawclearlyenoughthathercasewaswon。

"Theboymustbehungry；whenwashefedlast？"askedMrs。Cobb。

"JuststayasecondlongerwhileIgethimsomemorning’smilk；

thenyourunhometoyourdinnersandI’llspeaktoMr。Cobbthisafternoon。Ofcourse，wecankeepthebabyforaweekortwotillweseewhathappens。Land！Heain’tgoin’tobeanymoretroublethanawaxdoll！Iguessheain’tbeenusedtomuchattention，andthatkind’salwaystheeasiesttotakecareof。"

Atsixo’clockthateveningRebeccaandEmmaJaneflewupthehillanddownthelaneagain，wavingtheirhandstothedearoldcouplewhowerewaitingforthemintheusualplace，thebackpiazzawheretheyhadsatsomanysummersinablessedcompanionshipnevermarredbyanunlovingword。

"Where’sJacky？"calledRebeccabreathlessly，hervoicealwaysoutrunningherfeet。

"Gouptomychamber，bothofyou，ifyouwanttosee，"smiledMrs。Cobb，"onlydon’twakehimup。"

ThegirlswentsoftlyupthestairsintoAuntSarah’sroom。

There，intheturn-upbedsteadthathadbeensolongempty，sleptJack-o’-lantern，inblissfulunconsciousnessofthedoomhehadsolatelyescaped。Hisnightgownandpillowcasewerecleanandfragrantwithlavender，buttheywerebothasyellowassaffron，fortheyhadbelongedtoSarahEllen。

"Iwishhismothercouldseehim！"whisperedEmmaJane。

"Youcan’ttell；it’sallpuzzlyaboutheaven，andperhapsshedoes，"saidRebecca，astheyturnedreluctantlyfromthefascinatingsceneandstoledowntothepiazza。

Itwasabeautifulandahappysummerthatyear，andeverydayitwasfilledwithblissfulplaysandstillmoreblissfulduties。OntheMondayafterJack-o’-lantern’sarrivalinEdgewoodRebeccafoundedtheRiverboroAuntsAssociation。TheAuntswereRebecca，EmmaJane，AliceRobinson，andMinnieSmellie，andeachofthefirstthreepromisedtolaborforandamusethevisitingbabyfortwodaysaweek，MinnieSmellie，wholivedatsomedistancefromtheCobbs，makingherselfresponsibleforSaturdayafternoons。

MinnieSmelliewasnotageneralfavoriteamongtheRiverborogirls，anditwasonlyinanunprecedentedburstofmagnanimitythattheyadmittedherintotheritesoffellowship，Rebeccahuggingherselfsecretlyatthethought，thatasMinniegaveonlytheleisuretimeofonedayaweek，shecouldnotbecalleda"full"Aunt。TherehadbeenlongandbitterfeudsbetweenthetwochildrenduringRebecca’sfirstsummerinRiverboro，butsinceMrs。Smelliehadtoldherdaughterthatonemorequarrelwouldinviteapunishmentsoterriblethatitcouldonlybehintedatvaguely，andMissMirandaSawyerhadremarkedthatanynieceofherswhocouldn’tgetalongpeaceablewiththeneighborshadbettergobacktotheseclusionofafarmwherethereweren’tany，hostilitieshadbeenveiled，andasuaveanddiplomaticrelationshiphadreplacedtheformerone，whichhadbeenwhollyprimitive，direct，andbarbaric。Still，wheneverMinnieSmellie，flaxen-haired，pink-nosed，andferret-eyed，indulgedinfluentconversation，Rebecca，rememberingtheoldfairystory，couldalwaysseetoadshoppingoutofhermouth。Itwasreallyveryunpleasant，becauseMinniecouldneverseethemherself；andwhatwasmoreamazing，EmmaJaneperceivednothingofthesort，beingalmostasblind，too，tothediamondsthatfellcontinuallyfromRebecca’slips；butEmmaJane’sstrongpointwasnotherimagination。

AshakyperambulatorwasfoundinMrs。Perkins’swonderfulattic；

shoesandstockingswerefurnishedbyMrs。Robinson；MissJaneSawyerknittedablanketandsomeshirts；ThirzaMeserve，thoughtooyoungforanaunt，coaxedfromhermothersomedressesandnightgowns，andwaspresentedwithagreenpapercertificateallowinghertowheelJackyupanddowntheroadforanhourunderthesuperintendenceofafullAunt。Eachgirl，undertheconstitutionoftheassociation，couldcallJacky"hers"fortwodaysintheweek，andgreat，thoughfriendly，wastherivalrybetweenthem，astheywashed，ironed，andsewedfortheiradorednephew。

IfMrs。Cobbhadnotbeenthemostamiablewomanintheworldshemighthavehaddifficultyinmanagingtheaunts，butshealwayshadJackytoherselftheearlierpartofthedayandafterduskatnight。

MeanwhileJack-o’-lanterngrewhealthierandheartierandjollierastheweeksslippedaway。UncleJerryjoinedthelittlecompanyofworshipersandslaves，andonefearalonestirredinalltheirhearts；not，asasensibleandpracticalpersonmightimagine，thefearthattherecreantfathermightneverreturntoclaimhischild，but，onthecontrary，thatheMIGHTdoso！

Octobercameatlengthwithitscheerydaysandfrostynights，itsgloryofcrimsonleavesanditsgoldenharvestofpumpkinsandripenedcorn。RebeccahadbeendownbytheEdgewoodsideoftheriverandhadcomeupacrossthepasturesforagood-nightplaywithJacky。Herliterarylaborshadbeensomewhatinterruptedbythejoysandresponsibilitiesofvice-motherhood，andthethoughtbookwaslessfrequentlydrawnfromitshidingplaceundertheoldhaymowinthebarnchamber。

Mrs。Cobbstoodbehindthescreendoorwithherfacepressedagainstthewirenetting，andRebeccacouldseethatshewaswipinghereyes。

Allatoncethechild’sheartgaveonepropheticthrobandthenstoodstill。Shewaslikeaharpthatvibratedwitheverywindofemotion，whetherfromanother’sgrieforherown。

Shelookeddownthelane，aroundthecurveofthestonewall，redwithwoodbine，thelanethatwouldmeetthestageroadtothestation。There，justmountingthecrownofthehillandabouttodisappearontheotherside，strodeastrangerman，bigandtall，withacropofreddishcurlyhairshowingfromunderhisstrawhat。Awomanwalkedbyhisside，andperchedonhisshoulder，wearinghismostradiantandtriumphantmien，asjoyousinleavingEdgewoodashehadbeenduringeveryhourofhissojournthere——rodeJack-o’-lantern！

Rebeccagaveacryinwhichmaternallongingandhelpless，hopelessjealousystroveforsupremacy。Then，withanimpetuousmovementshestartedtorunafterthedisappearingtrio。

Mrs。Cobbopenedthedoorhastily，callingafterher，"Rebecca，Rebecca，comebackhere！Youmustn’tfollowwhereyouhaven’tanyrighttogo。Ifthere’dbeenanythingtosayordo，I’da’doneit。"

"He’smine！He’smine！"stormedRebecca。"Atleasthe’syoursandmine！"

"He’shisfather’sfirstofall，"falteredMrs。Cobb；"don’tlet’sforgetthat；andwe’doughttobegladandgratefulthatJohnWinslow’scometohissensesan’remembershe’sbroughtachildintotheworldandoughttotakecareofit。Ourlossishisgainanditmaymakeamanofhim。Comein，andwe’llputthingsawayallneatbeforeyourUncleJerrygetshome。"

RebeccasankinapitifullittleheaponMrs。Cobb’sbedroomfloorandsobbedherheartout。"Oh，AuntSarah，whereshallwegetanotherJack-o’-lantern，andhowshallIbreakittoEmmaJane？Whatifhisfatherdoesn’tlovehim，andwhatifheforgetstostrainthemilkorletshimgowithouthisnap？That’stheworstofbabiesthataren’tprivate——youhavetopartwiththemsoonerorlater！"

"Sometimesyouhavetopartwithyourown，too，"saidMrs。Cobbsadly；andthoughtherewerelinesofsadnessinherfacetherewasneitherrebellionnorrepining，asshefoldedupthesidesoftheturn-upbedsteadpreparatorytobanishingitasecondtimetotheattic。"IshallmissSarahEllennowmore’never。Still，Rebecca，wemustn’tfeeltocomplain。It’stheLordthatgivethandtheLordthattakethaway：BlessedbethenameoftheLord。"

SecondChronicleDAUGHTERSOFZION

I

AbijahFlaggwasdrivingovertoWarehamonanerrandforoldSquireWinship，whosegeneralchore-boyandfarmer’sassistanthehadbeenforsomeyears。

HepassedEmmaJanePerkins’shouseslowly，ashealwaysdid。Shewasonlyalittlegirlofthirteenandheaboyoffifteenorsixteen，butsomehow，fornoparticularreason，helikedtoseethesunshineonherthickbraidsofreddish-brownhair。Headmiredherchina-blueeyestoo，andheramiable，friendlyexpression。Hewasquitealoneintheworld，andhealwaysthoughtthatifhehadanybodybelongingtohimhewouldratherhaveasisterlikeEmmaJanePerkinsthananythingelsewithinthepowerofProvidencetobestow。Whensheherselfsuggestedthisrelationshipafewyearslaterhecastitasidewithscorn，havingchangedhismindintheinterval——butthatstorybelongstoanothertimeandplace。

EmmaJanewasnottobeseeningarden，field，oratthewindow，andAbijahturnedhisgazetothelargebrickhousethatcamenextontheothersideofthequietvillagestreet。Itmighthavebeenclosedforafuneral。NeitherMissMirandanorMissJaneSawyersatattheirrespectivewindowsknitting，norwasRebeccaRandall’sgypsyfacetobediscerned。Ordinarilythatwill-o’-thewispishlittlepersoncouldbeseen，heard，orfeltwherevershewas。

"Thevillagemustbeabed，Iguess，"musedAbijah，ashenearedtheRobinsons’yellowcottage，wherealltheblindswereclosedandnosignoflifeshowedonporchorinshed。"No，’taint，neither，"hethoughtagain，ashishorsecreptcautiouslydownthehill，forfromthedirectionoftheRobinsons’barnchambertherefloatedoutintotheaircertainburningsentimentssettothetuneof"Antioch。"Thewords，toaladbroughtupintheorthodoxfaith，werequitedistinguishable：

"DaughterofZion，fromthedust，Exaltthyfallenhead！"

Eventhemostreligiousyouthisstrongeronfirstlinesthanothers，butAbijahpulleduphishorseandwaitedtillhecaughtanotherfamiliarverse，beginning：

"Rebuildthywalls，thyboundsenlarge，Andsendthyheraldsforth。"

"That’sRebeccacarryingtheair，andIcanhearEmmaJane’salto。"

"SaytotheNorth，Giveupthycharge，Andholdnotback，OSouth，Andholdnotback，OSouth，"etc。

"Land！ain’ttheysmart，seesawin’upanddowninthatparttheylearntinsingin’school！Iwonderwhatthey’reactin’out，singin’hymn-tunesupinthebarnchamber？Someo’Rebecca’sdoins，I’llbebound！Gitdap，Aleck！"

AleckpursuedhissereneandsteadytrotupthehillsontheEdgewoodsideoftheriver，tillatlengthheapproachedthegreenCommonwheretheoldToryHillmeeting-housestood，itswhitepaintandgreenblindsshowingfairandpleasantintheafternoonsun。Bothdoorswereopen，andasAbijahturnedintotheWarehamroadthechurchmelodeonpealedouttheopeningbarsoftheMissionaryHymn，andpresentlyascoreofvoicessentthegoodoldtunefromthechoir-loftouttothedustyroad：

"ShallwewhosesoulsarelightedWithWisdomfromonhigh，ShallwetomenbenightedThelampoflifedeny？"

"Land！"exclaimedAbijahunderhisbreath。"They’reatituphere，too！Thatexplainsitall。There’samissionarymeetingatthechurch，andthegirlswa’n’tallowedtocomesotheyheldoneoftheirown，andIbateyeit’stheliveliestofthetwo。"

AbijahFlagg’sshrewdYankeeguesseswerenotfarfromthetruth，thoughhewasnotinpossessionofallthefacts。ItwillberememberedbythosewhohavebeeninthewayofhearingRebecca’sexperiencesinRiverboro，thattheRev。andMrs。Burch，returnedmissionariesfromtheFarEast，togetherwithsomeoftheirchildren，"allbornunderSyrianskies，"astheyalwaysexplainedtointerestedinquirers，spentadayortwoatthebrickhouse，andgaveparlormeetingsinnativecostume。

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