“Was that when father was exchanged for him?” questioned the girl eagerly.
“Y-yes,” hesitated Peggy. She did not like to tell Harriet what effort had to be made to get the exchange.
“Peggy, he helped you anent Cousin David then; will you help me about my father?”
“How could I, Harriet?” asked Peggy.
“If you will just hand this note to that soldier that you saw me give the money to yesterday he will get it through the lines. Nay,” as Peggy opened her lips to speak. “You shall read it first. I would do nothing unless you should see that ’twas all right. Read, my cousin.”
She thrust a note into Peggy’s hand as she spoke.
“Miss Harriet Owen presents compliments to Sir Henry Clinton, and would esteem it a favor if he would tell her how Colonel William Owen is. A word that he is well is all that is desired. I have the honor, sir, to be,
“Your humble and obliged servant,
“Harriet Owen.
“Middlebrook, New Jersey,