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"Rebby is sure to like these," she thought happily. Anna's sharp glance moved about quickly and finally rested near an old stump. "Partridge eggs!" she exclaimed joyfully, and in a moment she was beside the stump peering down at a circle of small brownish eggs.
Lyon says there are no such pine forests in all the colonies as stretch along behind this settlement. But, Rebby, you are not listening!" and Anna looked reproachfully at her sister. "Oh, yes, indeed, Danna, I heard every word. And I heard Father say that very soon there would be a regular school here, with a master, as soon as America conquers her enemies.
On the piece of smooth birch-bark that Rebby had made ready on the previous day, with a bit of charcoal from the fireplace she wrote: "Dear Mother and dear Father: Anna and I are going to Chandler's River to bring home powder and shot for Machias men to use to save the settlement. We will be home to-morrow. Your loving Rebby and Danna."
It began to seem to her that she would never escape from the liberty pole. And now she met Mr. and Mrs. Lyon, with Melvina dancing along in front of them. "More like Danna than Danna is like herself," thought Rebby, smiling, as she remembered how sedately and quietly Melvina had walked before Danna and Luretta had played their mischievous pranks on the day of the tempest.
Weston. "But do not look so frightened, Rebby. Sit up to the table; when your father comes home he will tell us who did the base act. And we may be sure Machias men will deal with him as he deserves." But Rebecca could not eat the excellent porridge; and when her mother questioned her anxiously she owned that her head ached, and that she did not feel well.
"Look on the box, Rebby, and you will see 'Paris, France. My father bought them of a Boston merchant, and I have a pair for myself." "Are any more girls coming, Mother?" Rebecca asked as Mrs. Weston led the way to the living-room. "No, my dear. And I only " Mrs. Weston hesitated.
But London was entirely innocent of any trouble near at hand. From his place in a side pew he kept a watchful eye upon Melvina, and perhaps wondered a little at all the attention lavished on the little Weston girls. Rebby saw Captain and Mrs. Horton and Lucia, with Captain Jones, enter the church. Lucia did not look toward the group of girls seated in the Westons' pew.
"No, truly, Rebby; we will likely have all those things to-day, since Mother said 'twould be a celebration; and I am glad indeed that you are here. You do not have things like that at your house, do you?" said Lucia. Rebecca could feel her cheeks flush, but she did not know why she felt angry at what Lucia had said.
Paul made no response to this. He had come up to the Westons' on an errand for his mother, and was now eager to get back to the wharves where the sloops were being unloaded. "If the Britisher fires on our liberty pole they'll hear a sermon all right," he called back as he ran down the path. It was difficult for Rebby to attend to the simple duties that her mother required of her.
As she ate her porridge her mother questioned her about the adventure of the previous day, and for a time Rebby forgot her own worries in listening to Anna's account of her journey in the leaking boat, and of her leap to safety. "It was not mischief, was it, Mother, to try and capture Trit?" she concluded. "No, indeed, dear child. Who could foresee such an adventure?" replied Mrs. Weston.
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