“A pair of rascals, my dear,” said the old gentleman. “I want nothing to do with them.”
“You will go back to New York also, I suppose,” said George to Peggy.
“No,” she said, proudly. “I have lived my last under British rule. Herbert will take me to Philadelphia.”
“Then,” spoke Ezra, “we’ll see you often, more than likely, for, if the indications are to be trusted, the army will be thereabouts for some time to come.”
Other Stories in this Series are:
THE YOUNG CONTINENTALS AT LEXINGTON
THE YOUNG CONTINENTALS AT BUNKER HILL
THE YOUNG CONTINENTALS AT MONMOUTH
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