“I wonder if they went on the new steamboat. I should think they would go that way; such a novelty as it is.”
“Perhaps they did; Rhoda does not say.”
“Well come, then; if we are to meet the packet, we ought to be off. I hope there will be news from father. It seems a long time between letters, and so very long since we have seen him. I think I will take Lutie along with me, and we can stay all night at Sylvia’s Ramble. I’ll run in while you get the boat ready and tell Sister Betty that we are going.”
“Don’t go, Letty,” Betty advised. “Suppose you should encounter the British.”
“We’ll not, I am sure; they are away off down the bay, and we’ll not go far.”
“Well, I wish you wouldn’t go at all. James ought to have more sense than to take you.”
“He had to, because I told him I’d go alone if he didn’t.”
“Sauce-box! you’d do no such thing.”
“Wouldn’t I?”
“Lettice, you wouldn’t. Don’t you ever dare to do such a thing. Remember Hampton.”