Whydon’tyougoseeher，too，Mr。Ellery？’TwouldbeawelcomechangefromZekeBassettandhistribe。Goahead！itwouldbetheAlmighty’sownworkandthesociety’dstandbackofyou，allthemthat’swuthconsiderin’，anyhow。“
ThiswassurprisingadvicefromamemberoftheRegularandwasindicativeofthechangedfeelinginthecommunity，buttheminister，ofcourse，couldnottakeit。Hehadplungedheadlongintohischurchwork，hopingthatitandtimewoulddullthepainofhisterribleshockanddisappointment。Ithadbeendulledsomewhat，butitwasstillthere，andeverymentionofhernamerevivedit。
OneafternoonKeziahcameintohisstudy，wherehewaslaboringwithhisnextSundaysermon，andsatdownintherocking-chair。
Shehadbeenoutandstillworeherbonnetandshawl。
“John，“shesaid，“Iaskyourpardonfordisturbin’you。Iknowyou’rebusy。“