Peggy Owen, Patriot: A Story for GirlsMadison, Lucy Foster
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Peggy Owen, Patriot: A Story for Girls
Madison, Lucy Foster
Philadelphia (Pa.) -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction
“I dare say that I can make shift for a time,” she replied. “But la!
what’s the use of being in His Majesty’s service unless one profits by
it?”
“That seems to be the opinion of every one connected with it,” he
observed grimly.
“Harriet,” spoke Peggy timidly, uncertain as to the manner her
proposition would be received, “I can sew very well indeed. Let me bring
some of thy old frocks up to the mode. ’Twill save thy father money, and
in truth things are monstrously high. That was one reason mother and I
joined father in camp. Thee admired that cream brocade of mine that was
made from mother’s wedding gown. Let me see if I cannot do as well with
some of thy finery.”
“That’s all very well for you rebels,” spoke Harriet with some scorn,
“but when one is with English nobility ’tis another matter. Father, what
do you think? They sometimes wore homespun at camp even to the dinners.
They were always busy at something, and now here Peggy wants to get
right into sewing. Americans have queer ideas of amusement.”
“If there is one thing that I admire about the Americans ’tis the manner
in which they bring up their daughters,” remarked her father with
emphasis. “I have yet to see a girl of these colonies who was not
proficient in housewifely arts. If Peggy can help you fix over some of
your things let her. And do try to pattern after her thrifty ways,
Harriet.”
“Peggy is quite welcome to fix them for herself,” said Harriet with a
curl of her lips, and a slight shrug of her shoulders. “I shall get some
new ones.”
Colonel Owen sighed, but left the room without further protest. The
conversation set Peggy to thinking, and observing. There was indeed
luxury on every hand, but there was also great waste. Wherever the
British army settled they gave themselves up to such amusements as the
city afforded or they could create. Fear, fraud and incompetence reigned
in every branch of the service, and between vandalism and the
necessities of war New York suffered all the woes of a besieged city. In
the endeavor to keep pace with his spendthrift superiors her cousin’s
household expenditures had run into useless excess.
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