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 this once, anyhow. There isn't another like her in the whole province."

"Yes, Robert; her mother."

"Cousin Anne; well, I don't know. She's a noble woman to go through with what she has had to and yet show up with a smiling face at times. I don't know how it is with you Quakers, some are so good and nice and some not so taking," replied Robert, in a way that showed he was talking as much to himself as to John Bishop.

"Is it not so with other people than the Friends? Where can you go and not find both saints and sinners?" asked John.

"It is easier to find the sinners, John, all times and everywhere. I never saw a saint, a real saint, but Ruth and her mother come as near to it as any this province is blessed with."

John smiled at Robert's enthusiasm, and remarked, "Although alike, yet they are very different."

"On the surface, yes, but they're of the same sort here." And Robert placed his hand over his heart. "But this is not time for one of Matthew Watson's idle gatherings,"