The Commander-in-Chief had stopped at New York on his way to obey the summons of Congress to come to Philadelphia.
The commanding presence asked questions of the men in the front rank as he proceeded.
"Your name, sir?"
"Jones."
"And your enlistment?"
"For three months, General."
"Three months?" the stern lips had repeated, and then the tall figure stopped again.
"Your name, sir?"
"Frothingham, your Excellency."
"A good patriot name," was the response, "Have you relatives in Boston?"