“I've hunted in the wild Maine forests, in my young days; I've speared salmon in her rivers and shot rapids ill a birchbark canoe,” said the Elder, looking up from the pine table that served as a desk. “I've been before the mast and seen strange countries; I've fought Indians; I've faced perils on land and sea; but this Shaker life is the greatest adventure of all!”
“Adventure?” echoed Susanna, uncomprehendingly.
“Adventure!” repeated the Elder, smiling at his own thoughts. “Whether I fail, or whether I succeed, it's a splendid adventure in ethics.”
Abby and Daniel looked at each other when Susanna passed out of the office door.
“'They went out from us, but they were not of us; for if they had been of us, they would have continued with us,'” he quoted quietly.
Abby wiped her eyes with her apron. “It's a hard road to travel sometimes, Daniel!” she said.
“Yee; but think where it leads, Abby, think where it leads! You're not going to complain of dust when you're treading the King's Highway!”
Susanna left the office with a drooping head, knowing the sadness that she had left behind. Brother Ansel sat under the trees near by, and his shrewd eye perceived the drift of coming events.
“Well, Susanna,” he drawled, “you're goin' to leave us, like most o' the other 'jiners.' I can see that with one eye shut.”
“Yes,” she replied with a half smile; “but you see, Ansel, I 'jined' John Hathaway before I knew anything about Shaker doctrines.”