She said to many that Rebecca was miserable, and was incensed that she got so little sympathy in response.

Once when Rebecca fainted in meeting, and had to be carried out, she felt in the midst of her alarm a certain triumph.

"I guess folks will see now that I ain't been fussin' over her for nothin'," she thought.
When Rebecca revived under a sprinkle of water, out in the vestibule, she said impatiently to the other women bending their grave, concerned faces over her, "She's been miserable for some time.

I ain't surprised at this at all myself." Deborah watched over Rebecca with a fierce, pecking tenderness like a bird.

She brewed great bowls of domestic medicines from nuts and herbs, and made her drink whether she would or not.