GEORGE AND ELIZA FIND FREEDOM Tom Loker lay tossing and tumbling in his clean, comfortable bed at the Quaker farmhouse.

A pretty, old Quaker lady, with white hair and a kind face, was nursing him.

Tom Loker did not like being ill and having to lie in bed.

He threw the clothes about, grumbling and using naughty words all the tune.
'I must ask thee, Thomas Loker, not to use such language,' said the nice lady, as she smoothed his sheets, and made his bed comfortable again for him.
'Well, I won't, granny, if I can help it,' he replied; 'but it is enough to make a fellow swear, it is so awfully hot.' He gave another great lunge, and made the sheets and blankets all untidy again.
'I suppose that fellow George and the girl Eliza are here,' he said, in a sulky voice, after a few minutes' silence.
'Yes, they are,' said the old lady.
'They had better get away across the lake,' said Tom Loker, 'the quicker the better.' 'Very likely they will do so,' said the old lady, calmly going on with her knitting.
'But, listen,' said Tom Loker, getting excited, 'there are people who are watching the boats for us.

I don't care if I tell now.