“Pray God not. There’s been too much talk; now is the time for action.”
“And shall you go and fight? And Cousin Joe and Uncle Tom, will they go too?”
“If we are needed, yes. I can answer for all of us.”
Lettice slipped her arm across the back of her father’s chair. “Oh, father, dear, you’ll not go and leave me all alone?”
“Not all alone, with your Aunt Martha and the servants,” spoke up her Uncle Tom.
Lettice looked down a little confused, but her Cousin Joe changed the subject by saying, “They are not for war in Boston, Uncle William.”
“So I am told; and that Massachusetts, so valiant in the Revolution, should be willing tamely to submit to England’s insults, is beyond my belief. I cannot understand her indifference.”
“A war with England would touch her pocket-book too nearly,” Joe replied, laughing.
“Yes, it would interfere with her trade, and she has not the other resources that we have,” said Mr. Tom Hopkins, reflectively. “I suspect that you had more than one controversy with Edward, Joe.”
“That I did; and he’ll soon be on his way here to resume the argument.”