Washington glanced at the paper--he seemed to read everything on it in a single glance--and then turned to the boy. “The army will be very grateful to have these supplies,” he said. “I thank you, my boy. You are a true patriot.” Don colored to the roots of his hair as he watched the general hand the paper to the lieutenant and then turn and smile and pass into the street. “Donald!” cried Aunt Martha as Don burst noisily into the room. “What’s the matter?” “I gave the supplies to Washington!” cried Don. “I saw him, Aunt Martha, and he said the army would be glad to get them. You know they need stuff for uniforms, and especially powder.” “Good for you, Donald! It’s the best thing you could have done with them.” “And, Aunt Martha, he said I was a true patriot!” “You are, Donald; you’ve helped the cause.” In another minute Don was, closely followed by Sailor, on his way to Hog Alley to tell Jud the news. His eyes were bright, and his face was flushed as he ran along the streets, which now were filled with Continental uniforms. He had done something to help his country at last. TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES: Italicized text is surrounded by underscores: _italics_. Obvious typographical errors have been corrected. Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been standardized. Archaic or variant spelling has been retained.