'Home?' said Margaret very softly. He understood her, and took
her offered hand. 'Home, miss. Yo' may trust me, tho' I am one o'
th' Union.' 'I do trust you most thoroughly, Nicholas.' 'Stay!' said Mr. Hale, hurrying to the book-shelves. 'Mr.
Higgins! I'm sure you'll join us in family prayer?' Higgins looked at Margaret, doubtfully. Hey grave sweet eyes met
his; there was no compulsion, only deep interest in them. He did
not speak, but he kept his place.
Margaret the Churchwoman, her father the Dissenter, Higgins the
Infidel, knelt down together. It did them no harm.