Louise promised. She had never been to a quilting party, and was sure that it would be a great experience. She could not go to the lake, for she must not leave the house until her father returned.
When Faith rejoined Donald he told her of the soldier’s evident fear of the dog. “I don’t see what made ‘Scotchie’ growl so,” added Donald.
“I’m glad he did,” responded Faith. “Come on; let’s hurry, or we won’t have much time on the ice,” so off they went across the field.
But as they reached the shore they looked at each other questioningly. The lake seemed to be in the possession of the redcoats. At least half the garrison of the fort were on the ice; skating, racing, and evidently enjoying themselves.
“We had better go home,” said Faith, and Donald made no objections. The two children, disappointed of their morning’s sport, went slowly back toward home.
“That’s the way they take everything,” declared Faith, renewing her promise to herself to try in some way to let Ethan Allen know how easy it would be to drive the English from Ticonderoga.
“I am glad you did not venture on the ice,” Aunt Prissy said when Donald and Faith told their story. “The English become less friendly every day. Well, we will not think of them when there is so much to do as we have before us.”
“I asked Louise to come to the quilting,” said Faith.
“That’s right; and I am going to send Donald to ask a number of your schoolmates to come in the evening. The moon will be full to light them home, and you children can have the kitchen to yourselves after supper, and make molasses candy,” said Aunt Prissy.