With each year, the sense of these responsibilities grew deeper; and after her marriage, as she was denied the blessing of children, all the deep maternal instincts of her strong nature flowed back and centred anew around this comparatively helpless, aged child whom she called mother, and treated with never-failing respect.
When Mrs.Carr first saw the house they were to live in, she exclaimed,-- "O Lor', Mercy! Is thet the house ?" Then, stepping back a few steps, shoving her spectacles high on her nose, and with her head well thrown back, she took a survey of the building in silence.

Then she turned slowly around, and, facing Mercy, said in a droll, dry way, not uncommon with her,-- "'Bijah Jenkins's barn!" Mercy laughed outright.
"So it is, mother.

I hadn't thought of it.

It looks just like that old barn of Deacon Jenkins's." "Yes," said Mrs.Carr.

"That's it, exzackly.