moving from where he stood.
âMrs. Doughty? I know her. I went to Quaker meetings a
few times.â
âShe told me. But now I really must go back. I can tell you
everything on our way.â
âWhatâs the hurry?â
âI have to take a baby to his wet nurse.â
âYou what ?â
âIâm not the only homeless person Mrs. Doughty has
taken in. When I arrived, she was already hiding a runaway
slave girl with a baby.â
âIt sounds as though sheâs carrying on her husbandâs
work.â
âThose were the very words she used when I first came toher home. âI carry on my husbandâs work,â she said. I didnât
know then what she meant.â
âBrave womanâafter what happened to him.â
âShe doesnât seem to worry about danger. Putting food
on the table is her main concern. She takes in laundry, and I
do the fetching and carrying for her. Itâs also my task to take
the baby to his wet nurse twice a day.â
âCanât his mother provide milk for him?â
Charlotte shook her head. âSheâs gone. Slave catchers
caught her but left the baby.â
âA great deal seems to have happened,â Nick said, âsince I
left.â
Charlotte placed her hand in the crook of his arm, and
they set off.
They found Mrs. Doughty sitting in the front room with the
baby on her lap. Patience, Charity and Joseph were playing
on the rag rug with painted wooden animals: a pig, a cow, a
horse.
Mrs. Doughty gave a gasp when she saw Nick, and then
she smiled. âI prayed for thy safe return, but did not expect
so quick an answer to my prayers.â
âNor did I expect to return so soon.â
Charlotte sat down on the wooden settle, where Nick
joined her. He took his seat awkwardly, his big frame seeming too large for the small room. Patience and Charity
stopped playing and stared at him. Joseph crept to Mrs.
Doughtyâs side and leaned against her knee.
âThank you for your prayers,â Nick said, âand for taking
Charlotte into your home. Now I must beg you to make
room for me while I try to find lodgings where we can be
together.â
âThee is welcome here for as long as thee remains in
Charleston, for I doubt thee can find any other place to
lodge.â
âI know that all too well. Before I was sent to the backcountry, my work was to help Loyalist refugees. The Civilian
Department tries to find shelter for the homelessâthe sort
of help that the Society of Friends provides for its members . . . and for others.â He paused, looking at the baby.
Noah whimpered.
âHeâs hungry,â said Charlotte.
âI found him a wet nurse,â said Mrs. Doughty, âbut he
isnât getting enough milk.â
The whimper became a wail. Noahâs tiny fist waved in the
air.
âHeâs trying to put his fingers in his mouth,â Charlotte
said. âHe does that when heâs desperate.â She stood up and
lifted the baby from Mrs. Doughtyâs lap. âIâll take him to
Friend Perkins now.â
âIâll go with you,â said Nick.
Noah gave a mighty howl.
âHis lungs are big enough,â Nick observed.
âHeâll stop crying as soon as weâre walking,â said Charlotte. âWhenever I take him outside, he knows heâll soon be
fed.â
As Charlotte promised, Noahâs crying ceased almost as
soon as they were out the door. âHe needs his mother,â Charlotte said. âBut I donât think heâll ever see her again.â
âHow did Mrs. Doughty happen to take them in? Was it
something the Quakers arranged?â
âNo. The girlâher name is Phoebeâlived with the
Doughtys for eight months a couple of years ago.â
âShe must be the girl that Mrs. Doughty taught to read
and write.â
âThe very same. She belongs to Lewis Morley. Heâs the
babyâs