She was in such poor condition and so broken-hearted that none but the finest humanity would have considered her worth a quarter of the trouble of her carriage.

But she proved to be worth it a thousandfold; and Sawyer Gundry (as now he was called) knew by this time all the value of uncultivated gratitude.

And her virtues were so many that it took a long time to find them out, for she never put them forward, not knowing whether they were good or bad.
Until I knew these people, and the pure depth of their kindness, it was a continual grief to me to be a burden upon them.

But when I came to understand them and their simple greatness, the only thing I was ashamed of was my own mistrust of them.

Not that I expected ever that any harm would be done to me, only that I knew myself to have no claim on any one.
One day, when I was fit for nothing but to dwell on trouble, Sampson Gundry's grandson "Firm"-- as he was called for Ephraim--ran up the stairs to the little room where I was sitting by myself.
"Miss Rema, will you come with us ?" he said, in his deep, slow style of speech.