Governor Hunter looked at him coldly.
"You will go where I send you."
When the Governor had gone, his agent announced a startling command which he had left. Among the Germans were too many children. In New York and on Long Island were farmers and merchants who needed help. To them the orphans and some other young lads must be apprenticed.
"Not our children!" cried Magdalena.
John Conrad shook his head ominously. He had counted his children over before he left the ship,—was separation to come so soon? That evening he admonished gentle Christopher and grave George Frederick tenderly and solemnly.
"We must submit to the Governor's will," said he. "My little lads know what is right. To do right is all that is required of them."
The next day boats anchored at Nuttall's Island and from them stepped English and Dutch farmers and their wives. Upon the heads of Christopher and George Frederick were laid a pair of plump hands.
"These I would like," said a kind voice.
The eager eyes of the Weiser family gazed through tears.