“I have come, my sweetheart, to tell you that Segwuna is going away.”
“Going away?” cried Mollie. “What for?”
“I am going to New York for General Washington,” replied Segwuna. “His enemies are conspiring to defeat his plans and Segwuna’s duty calls her to go. I have studied out what my duty is and I have worked to get ready to go now. But before I go, I thought that I would come and tell you.
Mollie put down her needle-work and ran to meet her.
“You must not let any one know where I am going, not even your father,” cautioned Segwuna.
“Very well, Segwuna. Now I must tell you a secret of mine,” returned Mollie. “Do you know, Mr. Barclugh has asked me to marry him?”
“Have you promised him?” demanded Segwuna impulsively, as her face became the picture of solicitude.
“Why do you look so eager and ask me that question?” asked Mollie impatiently.
“But tell me, have you promised? If you have, I know that you would have told me,” argued Segwuna.