United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction; War stories
"You must go straight away and fetch Madam here," she said. "I’d
brought her back with me if it had been seemly; but when I so advised,
Susan ’d hear none o’ me, ’count o’ fearin’ to alarm her lady. ’Keep her
safe an’ mistaken for one hour, will ye, so’s to scare her life out
later on!’ says I; but Susan was never one to see things their proper
size at first. If they know Madam ’s fled, ’t will be all the better.
I want to feel she’s safe here, myself; they won’t damage the colonel’s
house, for his sake or your’n neither; they’d know better than to come
botherin’ round my doors. I’d put on my big caldron and get some water
het, and treat ’em same fashion’s they did in old Indian times!" cried
Peggy, in a fury. "I did hear some men say they believed she’d gone to
Porchmouth a’ready; and when they axed me if ’t was true, I nodded my
head and let ’em think so."
Mary listened silently; this excited talk made her know the truth of
some fast-gathering danger. She herself had a part to play now.
"I shall go at once," she insisted. "Will you bespeak the boat?"
"Everything’s all ready, darlin’," said the good soul affectionately, as
if she wished to further some girlish pleasure. "Yes, I ’ve done all I
could out o’ door. The best boat’s out an’ layin’ aside the gre’t
warehouse. Cæsar ’s stopped down there to mind it, though he begun to
fuss about his supper; and there’s our own watermen ready to row ye
over. I told ’em you was promised to the Miss Lords at the Upper
Landing for a card party; I ’ve let on to no uneasiness. You ’ll
consider well your part; for me there ’s enough to do,—the best chamber
warmed aright for Madam, for one thing; an’ Phebe’s up there now,
gettin’ over a good smart scoldin’ I give her. I ’ll make a nice gruel
with raisins an’ a taste o’ brandy, or a can o’ mulled port, an’ have
’em ready; ’t will keep poor Madam from a chill. You’ll both need
comfort ere you sleep," she muttered to herself.
"I wonder if she will consent to come? She is a very brave woman," said
Mary doubtfully.
"Darlin’, listen to me; she must come," replied Peggy, "an’ you must
tell her so. You do your part, an’ I’ll be waitin’ here till you get
back."
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