Her tone accented it all with capitals.
"Thou art a rebel, sure enough." Yet he smiled tenderly on her. Whatever she was was sweet.
"And I said I would fight against the King."
"Heaven send there may not be much fighting! Even now it is hoped the colonists will give way a little and the King yield them some liberties, and we shall be at peace again."
"But we will have a king of our very own," she said willfully, forgetting her protest of a moment agone. "The old one in England shall not rule over us. And why do not the people who like him go back to that country?"
"They cannot very well. They have their land and their business here."
"Then they should try to agree."
"Dost thou try to agree when things are not to thy liking?"
She glanced up with a beseeching, irresistible softness in her eyes, and then hung her dainty head.
"But you have the other girl Faith. And Aunt Lois thinks what I learn is wrong. And—and——"