Even a timid hen will be brave when her brood is attacked; but a Quaker cannot be anything but a coward, and will sit with folded hands whilst his own kinsmen perish miserably!" This was rather too much even for Ebenezer's phlegmatic spirit.

He seized his broad-brimmed hat and clapped it on his head.
"Thee will be sorry some day, Susanna, for making game of the Quakers, and of the godly ones of the earth," he spluttered.
"Go thee to the poultry yard, friend Ebenezer," called Susanna after him; "the old hen there will give thee a warm welcome.

Go and learn from her how to fight.

I warrant thee will learn more from her than thee has ever known before--more than thine own people will ever teach thee.

Go to the old hen to learn; only I fear thee will soon flee from her with a text in thy mouth to aid thy legs to run!" "Susanna, Susanna!" cried a voice from within, whilst Jack doubled himself up in a paroxysm of delight, "what are you saying so loud and free?
Come hither, child.