"You cried in the night, Mardie!" said Sue. "I heard you snifferling and
getting up for your hank'chief; but I did n't speak 'cause it's so dreadful to
be _catched_ crying."
"Kneel down beside me and give me part of your cape," her mother answered.
"I'm going to let my sad heart fly right out of the window into those
beautiful trees."
"And maybe a glad heart will fly right in!" the child suggested.
"Maybe. Oh! we must cuddle close and be still; Elder Gray's going to sit down
under the great maple; and do you see, all the Brothers seem to be up early
this morning, just as we are?"
"More love, Elder Gray!" called Issachar, on his way to the toolhouse.
"More love, Brother Issachar!"
"More love, Brother Ansel!"
"More love, Brother Calvin!"
"More love! .... More love! .... More love!" So the quaint but not uncommon
Shaker greeting passed from Brother to Brother; and as Tabitha and Martha and
Rosetta met on their way to dairy and laundry and seed-house, they, too,
hearing the salutation, took up the refrain, and Susanna and Sue heard again
from the women's voices that beautiful morning wish, "More love! More love!"
speeding from heart to heart and lip to lip.
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