But most of the apples had been fired, and Jim whispered: “Ah wan’ t’ go hum!”
“Ah, don’t go home now! Your toe will soon feel better, and besides, mammy will ask you where the boxes went from the store-room,” advised Martha.
Jim looked up at her wistfully and said: “Ah’ll tell her dem British sunk ’em all!”
“That would be mixin’ American history, ’cause it was us Yanks that sunk the cargo,” corrected Anne.
“All but the fish!” chuckled Jack, pointing at the turtle.
“If Jim can’t go home, and you girls won’t let us shoot as you agreed, what shall we do, anyway?” sulked George, who felt it was an unlucky day, because no more apples could be found.
“Why not play the Battle of Lexington? That’s fun!” suggested Martha.
“We can use the raft to sail up Lake Champlain, where it can be the first warship of the American navy,” added Anne.
“All right—come on!” declared John, who was glad to postpone his being shot at by two good aims like George and Jack.
“Here, or on the other side?” asked George.