And she, being an obedient, womanly and faithful wife, suspecting nothing, went in to sing over the final preparations of supper.
In spite of the cold and fatigue of his owner, Morgan never got a better rubbing-down nor a finer meal.
“Well, Morgan,” Evans murmured, at last, “I guess I can’t put it off any longer.”
He dragged his reluctant feet slowly toward the house, where Dame Evans was waiting for him with steaming hulled corn, fried pork and maybe something else—when she found out his secret!
CHAPTER XV.
FOR MISTRESS LLOYD, OF MARYLAND.
In 1803 Morgan went to pass a week with his old friends, the Wings, and the visit was one long to be remembered.
The talk of the village was Mistress Hannah’s new silken gown—the first ever brought to Montpelier, so the town history tells. David Wing was now Judge and Secretary of State, and his wife had to wear fine clothes, as befitted her station, for many were the calls on her to entertain distinguished guests.
It was at a meeting in their new barn that Mistress Wing first wore the wonderful silk. All the other ladies present had on homespun and linen—silk would have been called “flunk and flummux” on them.
The Judge that day wore his Indian cotton shirt with the frills—hemmed and tucked. It made a brave show, for cotton was three shillings the yard at that time.