“A sort of one,” replied the man. “At least as much as John Baker, the surgeon dentist, could make of me in a short time. When I had my shop at the head of Dr. Clark’s wharf,” to the other two, “I made very good teeth for those persons who were so unfortunate as to lose their own. Sometimes the best in the city resorted to me. Once I set a molar for Dr. Warren himself, and he has ever since declared it even better than the natural one.”
They were still engaged with this versatile craftsman when a porter came into the coffee-room and approached them. Addressing Revere, he said:
“Mr. Adams has returned and is inquiring for you, sir.”
Revere arose with alacrity.
“Where is he?” asked he.
But at that moment Samuel Adams, an exultant light in his stern eyes, entered the apartment.
“Ah, Revere,” said he, “I was this moment seeking you.”
“Something has been done!” cried Revere. “I can see it in your face.”
“The resolutions of the citizens of the county of Suffolk have been read to Congress,” replied Mr. Adams, “and have been received with the utmost approval. Even now an answering paper is being drawn up and will be passed upon at our earliest opportunity.”
“And you will commission me to carry it back to Boston!” cried Revere, eagerly.