“Care for Mr. Barclugh’s horse and bring his saddle-bags into the house.” “Really,” replied Barclugh, “starting on this journey last night, I was detained with a friend arranging my business until early morning. I am on a long journey to the Commander-in-Chief at Fishkill, and I thought best to make my journey in short stages at first.” “You are wise, Mr. Barclugh,” replied his host, “and I am sure Dorminghurst is honored with your presence.” Bowing courteously as Mr. Barclugh entered the great hallway, Dr. Greydon ushered his guest to the staircase, and left him in the hands of a trusted man-servant who led the way to the guest-chamber. After the customary formalities of presenting himself to his host and family in the library, breakfast was served in the rear hall. The easy manners of gentlemen’s families during the Revolution were a blessing to travelers. Open houses, hearty welcome to soldiers, was the rule among patriots, and hospitality was as free and unpolluted as sparkling spring water. What impressed Roderick Barclugh as remarkable, was the frank and unaffected manner in which he was greeted by the daughter and brilliant wife of Dr. Greydon. Their “thee’s” and “thou’s” were not assumed in addressing a guest who happened in; for the Greydons had traveled in Europe, and Dr. Greydon was a graduate in Medicine of Cambridge University. There is risk to young women in early morning calls. If ever a young woman is seen in her true self, that time is at her own breakfast table. No one appreciated such a fact more keenly than Roderick Barclugh. Therefore, when he presented himself for this early breakfast he greeted Mrs. Greydon and Miss Mollie with these words: “Miss Mollie, I am surprised to find you astir so early.” “Why!” exclaimed the young Quakeress, “Mr. Barclugh, I have already translated forty lines of Horace for father, as well as directed the churning for mother.” “Wonderful! Bravo!! Miss Greydon, I have much respect for the young woman who can combine the graces of odes of the greatest Latin poet along with the duties of domestic economy, and all before breakfast,” exclaimed Barclugh. “I believe, however, that Horace sings of the vine, the bees, the grain, the cattle, and the thrifty housewife. I am really delighted to find some one so practically refined,” continued the guest. Mollie Greydon was a perfectly happy and healthy girl, who enjoyed being busy and useful. She was dressed this morning in a neat and becoming homespun of her father’s loom. Her form was well rounded and her face was animated and possessed of one of those kindly benevolent expressions that are heaven-born. Her eyes were hazel-brown, large and deep-set, which indicated stable character and mental penetration. Her hair was brown, and worn combed back, high and plain.