So Amy and Priscilla went "up the street and round the next corner and up the hill," and at "the end of the lane" they saw a small white cottage almost covered with vines. Amy's knock brought to the door a little old lady with silvery hair and a tiny ruffled cap, wearing a gray gown and, most important of all, a pleasant smile. The hesitation that Amy had felt in explaining the object of their visit disappeared under the old lady's greeting. "Dear child, come right in; I'll tell you all the Digby history I know; but it isn't so very much." As Amy sat down in the little sitting-room, she could not help looking about, and she was quick to recognize that the two chairs were Chippendale. "They were brought by my grandfather," said Mrs. Tatem, noting the direction of Amy's glance. "He was a captain in the Queen's Rangers; you know many Americans were on the King's side in the Revolution." A look of surprise crossed Priscilla's face, but she did not venture to raise a question. "Yes," responded Amy, "I know about the Loyalists." "Well, my grandfather was a farmer in Westchester County, rich and prosperous, but he would not take arms against the King. A friend and neighbor of his was tarred and feathered, and he was in some danger himself. So he went into the war, and when it was over he couldn't stay in New York. With other Loyalists he came down here. Of course it was very hard for him to have all his property taken away, but his wife was brave and she was willing to suffer." "Who sent them away?" asked Priscilla, eagerly. "Why, the Yankees,--the Americans, I mean," said Mrs. Tatem. "The Patriots," whispered Priscilla. "Yes, yes," interposed Amy. "But," continued Priscilla, "I didn't know that there were two sides to the story." And as she said this the old lady smiled. "We have no bitterness now. I ought not to have said 'Yankees.' I have many friends in the States, but it was hard for my mother and aunts to have to grow up in the wilderness. I used to hear my aunt talk. She was an older daughter." "But how did they live here in those days?" "Oh, the King gave a large grant of land and provisions for three years and some building material. Many who came to settle would not stay, and it was harder for those who did remain. There was no church even, for a long time, until good Mr. Viets came; he did everything for the white settlers, and even held a school for the Blacks." "The Blacks?" "Oh, yes; you see many people brought their slaves with them." "Southerners?" "No, New Yorkers. Many Northern people had slaves in those days. I know that my grandfather had two, but when he died he left them their freedom in his will. Out at the Joggins' there are still living many descendants of these slaves, and of the Black Pioneers, a regiment of Blacks that fought on the English side in the war." "What you've told us is almost as romantic as the French Revolution," said Priscilla.