Emma, absorbed in manifold cares for the children, was only solicitous on Susannah's account lest a night's rest in that house should be impossible.

Smith, pacing with a child in his arms, seemed to be head and shoulders above the level whose surface could be ruffled by life's minor affairs.

With the eye of his inner mind he was gazing either at some lofty scheme of his own imagining, or at heaven or at vacancy.

All of him that was looking at the smaller beings about him was composed and kind.
One of the twins, less ill than the other, had fallen asleep in Emma's arms.

The other was wailing pitifully upon the prophet's breast.
"Do you and Mrs.Halsey go in and lie down with that young un, Emmar, and rest now for a bit while ye can." "I can't leave ye, Joseph, with the child setting out to cry all night like that." But he had his way.