“Send that boy with the dog about his business,” said the soldier.
“’Tis the public road, sir; and ’tis not likely he’d mind what I might say,” responded Louise smilingly, as she closed the door.
Donald rested his mittened hand on “Scotchie’s” head.
“You needn’t be afraid. I won’t let him hurt you,” Donald called.
The soldier came down the path scowling.
“I’ve a great mind to kick the beast,” he said.
“You’d better not,” said Donald.
Evidently the man agreed, for he went past as quickly as possible. Donald watched him with a little scornful smile. The boy was not old enough to realize, as Faith did, the difference between these hired soldiers of England, and the brave Americans who were ready to undertake any sacrifice to secure the freedom of their country, but he was a brave boy, and thought poorly of this soldier’s courage.
Louise listened to Faith’s hurried account of the proposed quilting party.
“And you must come too, Louise,” she concluded, “and come early.”