She found it in the lighted windows of the Methodist chapel.
There was evidently a service there, and Martha would be present. If
she waited patiently she would pass the gates, and she could call her.
But it was a wretched hour before Martha came, and Elizabeth was wet
and shivering and sick with many a terror. Fortunately Martha was
alone, and the moment Elizabeth spoke she understood, without surprise
or explanations, that there was trouble in which she could help.
"Martha, where is Ben?"
"He stopp'd to t' leaders' meeting. He'll be along in a little bit."
"Can he bring a wool-comber's suit and apron, and be at the gates,
here, with-his tax-cart in a couple of hours?"
"Yes; I know he can."
"Martha, can you get me some bread and meat, without any one knowing?"
"Ay; I can. Mary'll be up stairs wi' t' baby, I'se warrant. I'll be
back wi' it, i' five minutes;" and she left Elizabeth walking
restlessly just inside the gates. The five minutes looked an hour to
her, but in reality Martha returned very speedily with a small basket
of cold meat and bread.
"My brother, Martha, my brother, will be here in two hours. See that
Ben is ready. He must be in Whitehaven as soon as possible to-morrow.
Don't forget the clothes."
"I'll forget nothing that's needful. Ben'll be waiting.
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