"IT TOOK ALL OF ANDY'S COURAGE TO DON THE FEMALE ATTIRE."
"What a girl you are!" laughed Andy.
"Yes, there are few like me," sighed the girl. "Born to trouble as the sparks fly upward."
"Born to deliver others from trouble, I verily believe," added Andy.
"Not a moment to spare!" commanded Ruth. "You have eaten a noble meal. I must go to my room to suffer now. When Hans bawls from the wagon, be ready, and remember the eggs are a shilling more to his majesty's men than to Washington's."
It took all Andy's courage to don the female attire. He had never done so hard a thing, yet he knew that Ruth was right. If he hoped to reach the patriot camp he must not attempt it as Andy McNeal. "Next best then," he thought, "is to go as Ruth White. God bless Ruth!"
"Hi!" rose shrilly on the soft evening air, "hi! we starts now!"
It was Hans bellowing from the wagon. Andy plunged into the bonnet, whose big, flapping frill almost hid his face. He took his crutch—its aid was not to be despised now—and hobbled down-stairs.
"Washington is in the Morris Mansion!" Ruth whispered as he passed her door.