MASTER Winthrop said, when we were going on board
the ship again, that although it was nothing but peas,
pudding, and fish, quite coarse as compared with what
we would have had at home in England, save as to the
venison pie, it all seemed sweet and wholesome to him.
When the day was come to an end, we went into the
ship once more, for there were not spare beds enough
in all the town to serve for half our party, and you may
be very certain that once we were gathered again in the
great cabin, all talked eagerly concerning what had
been done; at least our parents did, for it would have
been unseemly in us children to interrupt while our
elders were talking.
Mother was not well satisfied with the houses,
believing it would be possible to make dwellings more
like those we left behind; but father bade her have
 patience, saying that a shelter from the weather was
the first matter to be thought of, and that the pleasing
of the eye could well come later, after we had more
with which to work.
She, thinking as was I at the moment, of the floor in
the house where we ate the venison pie, declared stoutly
that there would be no more of labor in laying down
planks, at least in the living-room; than in beating
the earth hard, as it seemingly had been where we
Then, laughingly, he bade her rest content, nor set
her mind so strongly upon the vanities of this world,
saying that if God permitted him to raise a roof, so
that his wife and child might be sheltered from the sun
 and from the rain, he would be satisfied, even though
the legs of his table stood upon the bare earth.
It was this conversation between my parents that
caused the other women to talk of how they would have
a home built, until Lady Arabella put an end to what
was almost wrangling,—for each insisted that her plan
for a dwelling in this New World was the best,—by
saying that whatsoever God willed we should have,
and that it would be more than we deserved.
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