"Stay! It is still early. Soon we shall be obliged to settle into quietude. Dark days are before us."
"Why!" Marjorie exclaimed. "I should think that the future augurs well. I do wish the soldiers would evacuate the city."
"When General Howe leaves, all may as well leave with him."
"When does he leave, did you say?" impatiently asked her true American friend.
"Next week, I understand. The great Mischienza, you know, was arranged in his honor as a farewell celebration."
"General Clinton, I presume, will succeed. He seems the most logical choice."
"Yes. He already has been appointed to the supreme command."
"I hope he decides to evacuate."
"I do not know. Perhaps," was the sole response.