"Wasn't he the one who said, 'Be sure you are right, then go ahead'?"
"Yes. And he went ahead—straight to his death, here."
Genevieve's eyes brimmed with tears.
"Oh, it does make one want to be good and brave and true, doesn't it, Father?"
"I reckon it ought to, little girl," he smiled gently.
"It does," breathed Genevieve. A moment later she crossed to Tilly's side.
Tilly welcomed her with subdued joyousness.
"Genevieve, please, please mayn't we get out of this?" she begged. "Honestly, I feel as if I were besieged myself in this horrid tomb-like place. And—and I like live soldiers so much better!"
Genevieve gave her a reproachful glance, but in a moment she suggested that perhaps they had better go.
"Oh, but that was lovely," she sighed, as they came out into the bright sunshine. "The caretaker told me they call it the 'Cradle of Liberty,' here; and I don't wonder."