"My gran' mammy used to say it were better than all the doctors an' I've tried it an' know what it'll do." "I suppose if you got ten scoops it would be no good," said Sarah with a laugh in which Mrs.Allen and some of the others joined.
Mrs.Lukins looked offended.

"When I'm takin' medicine I always foller directions," said she.
So the day passed with them and was interrupted by the noisy entrance of Joe, soon after candlelight, who climbed on the back of his mother's chair and kissed her and in breathless eagerness began to relate the history of his own day.
That ended the quilting party and Sarah and Mrs.Rutledge and Ann joined Samson and Abe and Harry Needles who were waiting outside and walked to the tavern with them.
John McNeil, whom the Traylors had met on the road near Niagara Falls and who had shared their camp with them, arrived on the stage that evening.
He was dressed in a new butternut suit and clean linen and looked very handsome.

Samson writes that he resembled the pictures of Robert Emmet.
With fine, dark eyes, a smooth skin, well moulded features and black hair neatly brushed on a shapely head he was not at all like the rugged Abe.
In a low tone and very modestly, with a slight brogue on his tongue he told of his adventures on the long, shore road to Michigan.

Ann sat listening and looking into his face as he talked.

Abe came in, soon after eight o'clock, and was introduced to the stranger.