"You have found a foe already," laughed Gilbert Vane. "One you cannot fight, but must persuade."
"But my Cousin Andrew has promised to fight for me. He is larger than you, and I like him very much."
She looked so spirited and daring that he wanted to clasp her in his arms and conquer her with kisses. He would soon oust this Cousin Andrew in her affections.
"Little girls must not be so fierce," reproved Madam Wetherill. "We have talked on all sides and the child hears it. Then some of my old servants are strong patriots, rebels I suppose they will be called. Your friend is right—a little patience is best for conviction."
"At least you will let me try to win your regard?" and he glanced steadily at his little sister, but she kept silent.
"It is best that girls should not be too forward, or too easily won. We shall hope to see thee often. Thou wilt meet people of many beliefs here; some ardent Tories, some as ardent rebels, perhaps. I place no restrictions on the beliefs of my friends. Now, Primrose, run away to thy work. I have still a few matters I wish to talk about."
"Surely you will wish me a farewell in a kindly fashion?" exclaimed her brother.
Primrose had walked across the room with great dignity. At the door she paused to bestow a smile and courtesy on her aunt, then a very dignified one on each of the gentlemen, holding up one side of her skirt daintily.