“Why, any fellow would like it, mother.�
“There is everything in the point of view,� she returned, smiling. “I have no recollection of a winter like this.�
In truth, the weather was keeping Christmas with a bountiful gift of fresh snow to the earth which was already heavily burdened.
Within the house a cheerful wood-fire blazed on the hearth. Two branched silver candelabra lighted the table, and the furniture, portraits, and round mirrors all told of ease and luxury.
“I have to thank you for the turkey, Captain Verney,� said Mrs. Markham. “My supplies are running low and soon you will be no better fed than the Continentals.�
“Rebels, madam,� said Colonel Grimstone, a rough, red-faced soldier, who had risen from the ranks. “I think we shall have to be fed and well fed, too. I have asked five officers to dine here next week, on New Year’s Day.�
Tom looked straight at the fat Colonel and wished he were himself a man.
“By that time,� said Mrs. Markham, laughing, “you will have little besides pork and potatoes; Heaven knows what else.�
“Oh, you will find us enough. All you rebel ladies tell the same story. A bit tough, this mutton.�
For the first time she broke into angry reply. “Then, sir, it is like your manners—hard to digest.�