“Play—why, war of course!” responded George, placing his fingers between his lips and giving a shrill whistle.
“What’s that for?” wondered Anne.
“That’s the signal for Jim that we are going to have an engagement with the British!” replied George, watching eagerly the side of the house where the kitchens were located.
“Hist!” sounded from a thick arbor of clematis that shaded the kitchen porch.
“There he is! Come on now,” ordered George, starting for the lilac bushes across the lawn.
“Children! Come and get your overshoes! Everything is soaking wet!” cried Mrs. Davis from the library window when she saw them race through the wet grass.
“Oh, dear me! Martha, you go and bring them to us, will you?” asked George impatiently.
“I’m not Mrs. Washington yet, and she didn’t run errands for George before she was married to him,” objected Martha.
“Send Jim for them!” whispered Jack, as he saw the little fellow running with might and main to join his adored commander-in-chief.
“What will you play with if the weapons and uniforms are in the attic?” asked Anne.