"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 neckerchief.
"Hush thee, dear!" said Rachel, gently; "hush, Ruth! Tell us, shall we tell her now ?" "Now! to be sure,--this very minute.

Why, now, suppose 't was my John, how should I feel?
Do tell her, right off." "Thee uses thyself only to learn how to love thy neighbor, Ruth," said Simeon, looking, with a beaming face, on Ruth.
"To be sure.

Isn't it what we are made for?
If I didn't love John and the baby, I should not know how to feel for her.

Come, now do tell her,--do!" and she laid her hands persuasively on Rachel's arm.