What could she say?
even though she held nominally the Friends' doctrine--obeyed in the letter at least, 'Call no man your master'-- what would Jael say if she found me, Phineas Fletcher, talking in front of my father's respectable mansion with the vagabond lad who drove my father's cart of skins?
But I braved her, and opened the door.

"John, where are you ?" "Here" (he stood at the foot of the steps, with the reins on his arm); "did you want me ?" "Yes.

Come up here; never mind the cart." But that was not John's way.

He led the refractory horse, settled him comfortably under a tree, and gave him in charge to a small boy.

Then he bounded back across the road, and was up the steps to my side in a single leap.
"I had no notion of seeing you.