“Washington isn’t so far away but that he can come back again,” said William. “That’s what you intend to do, of course.” He turned to his guest.
“Perhaps,” he replied, giving a meaning glance at Lettice, who hastened to say lightly, “Then it is not a long farewell.” And she turned her attention to young Birket Dean, who was mightily complacent in consequence.
During the entire evening Lettice chose to ignore Mr. Clinton, whom she relegated to a place by Rhoda’s side when the big wagon-load of young folks started to camp-meeting. It was no new experience to any of them except to Rhoda and to Robert Clinton, who viewed the proceedings with interest and with some wonder; they were not used to seeing such exhibitions of religious excitement at their own homes. But instead of camp-meeting hymns, on their way back, the young people started up such war-songs as:—
“Too long our tars have borne in peace
With British domineering;
But now they’ve shown that trade should cease,
For vengeance they are steering.
First gallant Hull, he was the lad
Who sailed a tyrant hunting,
And swaggering Dacres soon was glad