At this they all stopped short, as no one had thought of the army equipment till then.
“Guess Jack and I had better go for the overshoes and then we can bring along some things for the Continental army,” ventured George.
“And send Jim on to John’s house to call him out,” added Martha.
“Yes, that’s a good plan. You, Jim, see here!” explained George. “Climb over the hedge and look for John. If you don’t see him, whistle, and when he comes out, tell him we are going to the creek to have the Boston Tea Party—see?”
“Yeh, Ah see all right!” eagerly replied Jim, nodding his woolly head energetically as he started off for the hedge that separated the Grahams’ from the Parkes’ estate.
The two girls were told to go to the barn and find some tools—axe, nails, hammers, or hatchets, and a saw, if possible.
“What for?” asked Anne.
“Don’t we have to have warships out in Boston harbor if we want a tea party like that real one was?” scorned George, as he caught hold of Jack’s hand and ran for the house.
The lilac bushes were abandoned for a time, while the girls sought for and captured various tools in the barn when the gardener was absent. The two boys tied up whatever uniforms they could conveniently carry, and Jim hid them near the Grahams’ house and gave the familiar cat-call for John.
These important errands completed, they all went to the creek that crossed the private road leading to the Parke estate.