That's the way he does," said the little Quakeress, laughing.

"So, good-by, Eliza; good-by, George; the Lord grant thee a safe journey;" and, with a few tripping steps, Ruth was out of the apartment.
A little while after supper, a large covered-wagon drew up before the door; the night was clear starlight; and Phineas jumped briskly down from his seat to arrange his passengers.

George walked out of the door, with his child on one arm and his wife on the other.

His step was firm, his face settled and resolute.

Rachel and Simeon came out after them.
"You get out, a moment," said Phineas to those inside, "and let me fix the back of the wagon, there, for the women-folks and the boy." "Here are the two buffaloes," said Rachel.