"It seems very unreal. A letter came one day from him, and he asked if there were any other children alive. A brother! How strange it sounds! Why, it would be like Penn and Faith."
"I hope he may never want thee," with a little hug that made her head droop on his shoulder.
"Oh, no; and if he does, he must come here. I should be afraid of the great ocean that it takes days and days to cross. And I might be drowned," plaintively.
"Then thou shalt never cross it."
"Thou wilt not let him take me away? Though I think Aunt Wetherill would not consent."
"Nay, I would fight for thee."
"Then thou must fight for the country. It is my country."
"If any need comes in thy behalf I will fight," he returned solemnly.
"And thou wilt put on some fine soldier clothes. The men all look so handsome in their blue coats and buff breeches, and the hats turned up in a three-cornered way."
She only saw the glory in it. He hoped she might never know the other side.