I suppose it's all best, but I don't know." "Oh, never talk that way, Margery," said Rose Standish; "we must all keep up heart, our own and one another's." "Ah, well a day--I suppose so, but then I look at my good Master Brewster and remember how, when I was a girl, he was at our good Queen Elizabeth's court, ruffling it with the best, and everybody said that there wasn't a young man that had good fortune to equal his.

Why, Master Davidson, the Queen's Secretary of State, thought all the world of him; and when he went to Holland on the Queen's business, he must take him along; and when he took the keys of the cities there, it was my master that he trusted them to, who used to sleep with them under his pillow.

I remember when he came home to the Queen's court, wearing the great gold chain that the States had given him.

Ah me! I little thought he would ever come to a poor man's coat, then!" "Well, good Margery," said Rose, "it isn't the coat, but the heart under it--that's the thing.

Thou hast more cause of pride in thy master's poverty than in his riches." "Maybe so--I don't know," said Margery, "but he hath had many a sore trouble in worldly things--driven and hunted from place to place in England, clapt into prison, and all he had eaten up with fines and charges and costs." "All that is because he chose rather to suffer affliction with the people of God than to enjoy the pleasures of sin for a season," said Rose; "he shall have his reward by and by." "Well, there be good men and godly in Old England that get to heaven in better coats and with easy carriages and fine houses and servants, and I would my master had been of such.