"Is Jeph come home?" asked the father, and Rusha answered "No, daddy,
though he went ever so long ago, and said he would bring me a cake."
Upon this Master Kenton handed little Benoni back to Rusha, not
without some sounds of fretfulness from the baby, but the pigs had to
be shut up and fed, and the other evening work of the farmyard done;
and it was not till all this was over, and Patience had disposed of
the milk in the cool cellars, that the father could take him again.
Meantime Steadfast had brought up a bucket of water from the spring,
and after washing his own hands and face, set out the table with a
very clean, though coarse cloth, five brown bowls, three horn spoons
and two wooden ones, one drinking horn, a couple of red earthen cups
and two small hooped ones of wood, a brown pitcher of small ale, a
big barley loaf, and a red crock, lined with yellow glazing, into
which Patience presently proceeded to pour from a cauldron, where it
had been simmering over the fire, a mess of broth thickened with
meal.
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