The day of the first Meeting was perhaps the worst day yet. Mathew’s wrath descended on my head, and I had to attend two Meetings. First, my clothes were not acceptable to Mathew, so he shouted at me. Then, I objected to going to Meeting because my grandfather and I seldom attended them, and what an uproar I caused! They informed me that in his household, I would go to Meeting like a God-fearing woman. So we trudged along the long, narrow road to Meeting. And the town! How small it was! It only had a pillory, a whipping post, stocks and the Meeting House.
After the long, monotonous sermon, I saw William Ashby outside. His eyes seemed fixed on me. On the walk home, Judith pointed this out. She also told me that there was a second Meeting that day. Two Meetings! The second sermon was much like the first. It was unbearable! I was so glad when the day was done.
