"Well, Cousin Ronald," returned Mrs. Travilla pleasantly, "there are plenty of Americans of such character that I should be loth indeed to own them as relatives."
"And there were plenty such in the days of our two wars with England, as any one must acknowledge, remembering the lawless bands of marauders called Cowboys and Skinners," said Violet; "they were more detestable than the British themselves—even such as that Barrie, Tarleton, and others too numerous to mention."
"Will they ever come here again, papa?" asked Ned.
"I think not, son," replied the captain; "most, if not all of them, are now dead."
"Yes, it must have been a long, long while ago," remarked the little lad reflectively.
"We are going now to Passamaquoddy Bay, aren't we, papa?" asked Elsie.
"Yes," he said, "and hope to reach there early this afternoon."
"And I hope we will see all that Lossing tells about," said Grace.
"I think you may feel reasonably certain of that," her father responded, in his kindly, pleasant tones.
"We pass Machias on the way to Passamaquoddy Bay, don't we, father?" asked Grace.