There had been serious questions among the Friends; some insisting all forms were hampering, and that spiritual life was a law unto itself and could be moved only by divine guidance, as even the Apostles were ordered to take no heed as to what they should say. Yet, amid the many shades of opinion, there had not been much dissension. Of late years not a few had been scandalized by the defection of the Penns and several others from the ways of their fathers, and drawn the cords a little tighter, making the dress plainer and marking a difference between them and the world's people.
"Thou couldst take me to the farm some day when I have learned to ride on a pillion—just for a visit."
How coaxing the tone was! How bewitchingly the eyes smiled up into his!
"Thou wilt stay and be content?" he said persuasively.
"I will think. Content? That is a great thing."
"Yes. And now let us return."
"If there were no one but thou I should be quite happy," she said innocently.
So they walked on. Rachel was standing down at the end of the path with the horn in her hand.
"It is nigh supper time," she said, "and thy father wishes to see thee. To-morrow is market day. Primrose, didst thou put away thy things neatly?"
"I will do it now."