At six o’clock they began to appear.  We had our supper at four, and were ready to receive them.  Louis and I sat in Clara’s sitting-room, and Aunt Hildy said: 

“It’s my business to ‘tend to the comin’ in.  ’Better to be a door-keeper in the house of the Lord, than dwell in the tents of wickedness;’ so that’s settled.”  And with this she established herself in a chair before the open door.  Mother was near to assist, and I smiled to hear Aunt Hildy repeat: 

“Good arternoon; lay by your things,” until I thought her lips must be parched with their constant use.  I was not prepared for the demonstration of love and friendship coming from these people of our town; for, until Louis and Clara came to us, I had, as I told you in the beginning of my story, not longed for their society, and had found few for whom I really cared.  It was only from learning my duty, when my eyes, with the years and the wisdom Clara brought, were opened, that I could see the advantage gained by considering with respect even those whom I had dominated as selfish.  Miserly and mean Jane North had grown into a different woman, and Deacon Grover had left us, blessing the love and strength of this wisdom which brought peace to cover the last hour of struggle; and many hearts, in the quiet ministering of one angel, had been touched.  Home friends were growing round us I knew, but I had no realization of things as they really were, and the events of this greeting gave me a substantial evidence which was to my soul a platform.  On it I reared a temple of love, and in the windows of my temple every face and heart and gift were set, as pure crystal in the sash of delightful remembrance.

First came the Goodins, and their hands yielded to us thoroughly appreciated gifts:  one dozen linen towels spun, woven and bleached by the hands of Mrs. Goodwin; her husband adding for Louis the solid silver knee and shoe buckles his grandfather wore when a revolutionary officer, the trusty sword that hung by his side, and his uniform coat with its huge brass buttons, with the trunk of red cedar where for years they have been kept.

“Thank you,” we both said simultaneously, and they passed along for others to come near.  Not one of all that country town forbore to come and bring also tokens of their kindly feeling.  Among the early arrivals was Jane North.  I heard Matthias say: 

“Be ye goin’ to tote it in there?” and, as Jane answered resolutely, “I certainly am,” I looked toward the door to see what it was that was approaching.  At my feet Matthias dropped his burden, and the donor said: 

“There is a goose-feather bed and a pair of pillows, and I picked every feather of ’em off my geese; them two linen sheets and two pair of piller-cases done up with ’em I made myself.  I want you to use that bed in your own room, Mis’ De-Mond (I started to hear that name applied to myself), and for the sake of the good Lord who sent salvation to me through your blessed mother-in-law, in prayer for yourself don’t never forget me.  I’ve said all the hateful things I ever mean to.”