Advancing across the dark uneven floor, she perceived that the reclining woman was caressing some small creature beneath her shawl.
"Emmar, Emmar," said Lucy Smith, "tell Miss from the mill about the angel that appeared to Joseph." Emma Smith was a nobly made, dignified young creature.

She looked at Susannah's beautiful and open countenance, and straightway drew forth the young thing she was nursing for her inspection.

It was an infant but a few days old.

Surprised, reverent, and delighted, Susannah bent over it.

The child made them all akin--the squalid old hysteric, the respectable young mother, the beautiful girl in her silken shawl.
Some minutes elapsed.
"Emmar, Miss here doesn't know nothing about Joseph.