and that it was a meeting place for
disaffected minds."

"But Madam Wetherill is a fine royalist. Still there are many ungodly
things and temptations there, and this is why I requested Andrew not to
go there on market days. He was roused in a way I could not approve and
talked of the books in the house. Indiscreet reading is surely a snare.
I am not at all sure the ever-wise Franklin, while no doubt he hath much
good sense and counseleth patience and peace, hath done a wise thing in
advocating a public library where may be found all kinds of heresy. Yet
it is true that James Logan was learned in foreign tongues and gave to
the town his collection. It was better while they were kept in the
family, but now they have been taken to Carpenter's Hall, and some other
books added, I hear, and it is a sort of lounging place where the young
may imbibe dangerous doctrines. I am glad Penn is such a sensible
fellow, though Andrew hath been obedient, but he will soon be of age."

"The child has been subject to little restraint then, if she is allowed
to read everything. And it would be better for Faith not to have the
companionship. Then I do not feel able to undertake the training out of
these ideas, as I should feel it my duty to do."

James Henry gave a sigh. He could recall his brother's anxiety that the
child should not stray from the faith of the Friends.

"I will go in next week myself and have an interview with Madam
Wetherill and see the child. I shall be better able to decide what is my
duty."

Then they lapsed into silent meditation. If the prayers, since they are
only fervent desires, could have been uttered aloud, they would have
been found quite at variance.

Providence, which is supposed to have a hand in these matters, was
certainly on Lois Henry's side, though she never took comfort in the
fact; indeed, accepted the accident with the sweet patience of her sect
and never disturbed her mind studying why it should have been sent at
this particular time. For James Henry had a fall from the upper floor of
his barn and broke his hip, which meant a long siege in bed at the
busiest season.

Penn Morgan, a nice, strong fellow, was a great comfort. He had managed
his mother's smaller farm and was not afraid of work.

There was yet considerable farm produce, and much demand for the nicer
qualities. Andrew was instructed to call at Arch Street and request a
visit from Madam Wetherill.

The news had not yet come of the