In the church, the sewing-society, by the bedside
of the suffering, and in the home of poverty, had she a place; her worth
was known to all. Cheerfully did she resign all to go with her husband,
to follow him, wherever it might be; with him would she be happy in
their home, though it might be ever so humble. Their daughter of ten
years was a sprightly, pretty child, with dark hair, and bright, black,
tell-tale eyes, which looked as if they might make sad havoc, when a few
more years should have added to their brilliancy. Resembling her mother
in features, her disposition was like her father; free and easy in her
ways, she was happy so long as every thing bent to her wishes; but her
mother could not but notice with regret that her child had acquired a
hasty, impatient manner, which the indulgence of her father in no way
served to improve; yet she was a warm-hearted little creature, and it
was with great difficulty that Mrs. Santon could bring herself to
censure her. Still the mother must do her duty toward her child, and
many a prayer had been offered, that she might have strength to
act aright.
The long covered wagon stopped at the door of their new home just as the
sun was going down.
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