“What! any news from Boston town?”
“It’s twenty-four days, to-day, since the port was shut up.”
Goodwife Elderkin laughed. Ebenezer Devotion 40 looked grim enough to smother every bit of laughter in New England.
“’Pears as if king and Parliament really believed that tea was cast away by the men of Boston, now don’t it? ’stead of every man, woman and child in the country havin’ a hand in it,” said Mrs. Elderkin.
“About the sheep!” replied Mr. Devotion, jerking up his horse’s head from the sweet, pure grass, greening all the road-side.
“Let your pony feed while he can,” she replied. “What about the sheep?”
“How many will you give?”
“How many are you going to give yourself?”
“Twice as many as you will.”
“Do you mean it?”