“I wonder what Sally is thinking,” she said.
CHAPTER XVIII
HEROD OUT HERODED
“But what is life?
’Tis not to stalk about, and draw fresh air,
From time to time, or gaze upon the sun;
’Tis to be Free. When Liberty is gone,
Life grows insipid and has lost its relish.”
—Addison’s “Cato.”
“Is thee nearly ready, Peggy? Robert should be here soon with the wagons.”
“Yes, mother.” Peggy ran to the head of the broad staircase to answer Mrs. Owen’s call. “There are but few more things to pack. Sally is helping me.”
“That is well, my daughter. Only——”