"I can make all sorts of preserves and jellies and pickles, and next winter I'll send you some to camp." "That you shall not," asserted the aide; "for the day we go into winter quarters sees me back here to dance at your wedding." "Hadst better wait till thou art invited, sir?" suggested Janice, saucily. "What? A revolt on my hands already!" exclaimed the officer. "T is you are the rebel." "Then you are my prisoner," retorted Jack, catching her in his arms. "You Whigs are a lawless lot!" "Toward avowed Tories, ay--and a good serve-out to them." "But I gave my word to his Excellency that from henceforth I'd be Whiggish, so you've no right to treat me as one." "Then I'll not," agreed the lover. "And since I plundered from you while you were against us, 't is only right that I should return what I took." He kissed her thrice tenderly. "Good-by, my sweet," he said, and, releasing her, mounted. "'T is fortunate I depend not on my own legs, for they 'd never consent to carry me away from you." He started his horse, but turned in his saddle to call back: "'T will not be later than the first of November, with or without permission," and throwing a last kiss with his hand, spurred away. Till Jack passed from view, the girl's eyes followed him then, with a look of dreaminess in her eyes, she walked slowly back to Greenwood, so abstracted by her thoughts that she spoke not a word to the attendant hound. Whatever might be the inclination of the girl, her mother gave her little chance to dream in the next few days. Not merely was there much about house and garden to be brought into order, but Mrs. Meredith succeeded in bargaining their standing crop of grass in exchange for a milch cow, and to Janice was assigned both its milking and care, while the chickens likewise became her particular charge. From stores in the attic the mother produced pieces of whole cloth, and Janice was set at work on dresses and underclothes to resupply their depleted wardrobes. Not content with this, Mrs. Meredith drew from the same source unspun wool and unhatchelled flax, and the girl was put to spinning both into thread and yarn, that Peg might weave them into cloth, against the need of winter. From five in the morning till eight at night there was occupation for all; and so tired was the maiden that she gladly enough heard her mother's decree that their small supply of candles should not be used, but that they should go to bed with the sun.