It seemed to Kitty the most peaceful landscape she had ever seen in her life. And yet, the talk was, “Fortify Bunker Hill! Make a stand against the British there!” She was glad Dr. Warren did not favor it, and she hoped he would have his way. She thought maybe she would have liked the young man by the prisoners’ cart, if she had ever come to know him. But then, she had never dreamed that he was not an American. And he had turned out to be her cousin’s British Gerry. He probably wouldn’t have looked so handsome to her if he had been wearing his red coat.
Chapter Ten
A TRYST WITH THE ENEMY
“But what makes you so sure he will be there, Sally Rose,” asked Kitty, “if you haven’t had any word?”
She was curled up in the middle of the four-poster bed which she shared with her cousin. Sally Rose sat at the dressing table. A candle burned at each side of the mirror, and she was studying her reflection in its glass. She wore nothing but a thin cambric shift, and her feet were bare.
“He told me he would come in a week’s time, if not before. He promised it wouldn’t be more than that. When he got aboard the boat to go to the Lively, he promised me.”
Kitty stared past Sally Rose’s golden head into the dark street. Their bedroom was over the kitchen, and she could hear Gran’s brisk footsteps trotting about below. Gran was roasting mutton to feed tomorrow’s customers, but she had sent the girls upstairs to get their beauty sleep.
“I’ve slipped out to our old meeting place in the graveyard every night, but he was never there,” she went on. “But tonight it’s Tuesday again, so he has to be. He just has to be there tonight.” She pulled on a pair of delicate thread stockings, and thrust her feet into high-heeled slippers with roses on the toes.
Kitty eyed them disapprovingly. “As I remember the old graveyard, it’s full of holes and hummocks,” she said. “You’ll trip and fall in those shoes, if you go walking there.”
“I don’t expect to do much walking,” said Sally Rose.
Then a mischievous light shone out of her hazel eyes. “Kitty! Wait till you see what I bought today. The shops are full of bargains, with all the Tories gone out of town. You’ll have to help me, I think.”