“And what did the English think about it all?” asked Eric.
“They were filled with disappointment and unpleasant forebodings,” replied Captain Raymond, “while all over the United States the people were filled with exultation and hope.”
“Didn’t the Legislatures and Congress make those brave and successful commanders some gifts to testify to the gratitude of the people—their countrymen?” asked Lucilla.
“Yes,” replied her father. “Legislatures and other bodies gave Decatur thanks and swords; the Corporation of New York gave him the freedom of the city, and asked for his portrait for the picture-gallery in the City Hall, where it still hangs; and Congress thanked him and gave him a gold medal.”
“I’d like to see that,” said Elsie. “I wonder if the family have it yet.”
“Very likely,” said Grandma Elsie. “Such a thing would be apt to be highly prized and kept to go down from generation to generation.”
“Ah! whom have we here?” exclaimed the captain, rising to his feet as at that moment Max drew near with Eva on his arm. “Eva, daughter, I am truly glad that you feel able to join us.”
“And I am very glad to be able, and permitted by the doctor to do so, father,” she returned, accepting the seat which he offered.
“Yes, it is high time you were allowed a little liberty,” he said, as he and Max seated themselves with her between them. “Ah! here comes my granddaughter,” as the nurse approached with the babe in her arms.
“Lay her on my lap, please, nurse,” said Eva. “I am quite able to hold her.”