Mother and child were very quiet.
"More love, Sue!" said Susanna, clasping her closely.
"More love, Mardie!" whispered the child, smiling and entering into the spirit
of the salutation. "Let's turn our heads Farnham way! I'll take Jack and you
take Fardie, and we'll say togedder, 'More love'; shall we?"
"More love, John."
"More love, Jack."
The words floated out over the trees in the woman's trembling voice and the
child's treble.
"Elder Gray looks tired though he's just got up," Sue continued.
"He is not strong," replied her mother, remembering Brother Ansel's statement
that the Elder "wa'n't diseased anywheres, but did n't have no durability."
"The Elder would have a lovely lap," Sue remarked presently.
"_What_?"
"A nice lap to sit in. Fardie has a nice lap, too, and Uncle Joel Atterbury,
but not Aunt Louisa; she lets you slide right off; it's a bony, hard lap. I
love Elder Gray, and I climbed on his lap one day. He put me right down, but
I'm sure he likes children. I wish I could take right hold of his hand and
walk all over the farm, but he would n't let me, I s'pose.-- _More_love_,
_Elder_Gray_!" she cried suddenly, bobbing up above the windowsill and shaking
her fairy hand at him.
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