Hugh Wynne, Free Quaker
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Then I knew this was the picture upstairs, and much pleased I said eagerly:
"My father has it in his bedroom, and our arms below it, all painted most beautiful."
"Thou art a clever lad," said the young lieutenant-governor, "and I must have described it well. Let as have a look at it, Friend Wynne."
But my mother, seeing that William Logan and Friend Pemberton were silent and grave, and that my father looked ill pleased, made haste to make excuse, because it was springtime and the annual house-cleaning was going on.
Mr. Penn cried out merrily, "I see that the elders are shocked at thee, Friend Wynne, because of these vanities of arms and pictures; but there is good heraldry on the tankard out of which I drank James Pemberton's beer yesterday. Fie, fie, Friend James!" Then he bowed to my mother very courteously, and said to my father, "I hope I have not got thy boy into difficulties because I r