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Pompey showing his white teeth, his dusky countenance beaming with pleasure, bowed very courteously as they entered the mansion. "Massa and Missus Newville will welcome de ladies and genmens in de garding," he said. Berinthia led the way and introduced Robert as her relative from New Hampshire. "And so you are from that dependency of the crown? What news do you bring from that Province?" Mr.
Robert informed her she was quite well, and hard at work as usual. "I suppose she is spinning for herself, these days?" said Berinthia, smiling. "Yes, I dare say; she has been making sheets and pillow-cases since Roger Stanley was in Rumford." "She has written me about him, and thinks there is nobody else in the world so good as he. I'm glad they are engaged.
The gentle breeze was fanning her heated brow. She stood erect, a queen in her dignity and beauty. Never had Mr. and Mrs. Newville dreamed that there was such pent-up fire in her soul, such energy, fearlessness, and instinctive comprehension of justice and right. Captain and Mrs. Brandon, Berinthia, and all around gazed upon her wonderingly and with admiration.
Robert admired the homelike residence, the paneled wainscoting, the fluted pilasters, elaborately carved mantel, glazed tiles, mahogany centre-table, armchairs, the beautifully carved writing-desk, the pictures on the walls of ships under full sail weathering rocky headlands. Mrs. Brandon and her daughter Berinthia entered the room. Mrs. Brandon was very fair for a woman in middle life.
There was a look of wonder on her face when he uncovered the basket of fruit and told her who had sent it, a beautiful girl, one of Berinthia's friends, whom he had rescued from the king's soldiers. There were tears in Rachel's eyes when he put the beads around her neck. "Oh, Rob! how good you are!" It was all she could say. November came, and Berinthia Brandon was sitting in her chamber.
"Miss Ruth wants you to come up de stairs to her chamber," said Pompey, when Berinthia called at the Newville home to show her the letter Tom had written. "So you have heard from Tom?" "Yes, and he says that Robert Walden was killed at the very last of the battle." "It is as I said. I saw him go down and their feet trample him in the dust!" "Was it Robert you saw?" "Yes.
Although the snow was deep in the streets, the drifts did not deter Berinthia from calling upon her friends. Many of the good ladies were ready to sign an agreement to drink no more tea; others hesitated. She was warmly welcomed by Mrs. Abigail Adams, who at once saw how great would be the influence of the women upon their husbands. "But what shall we drink instead of tea?" asked Dorothy Quincy.
Brandon reached out his hand and took Berinthia's and gave it a squeeze to let her know he had faith in her. "I will do what I can to persuade others," she said, returning the pressure. Through the night Berinthia was thinking over what she had started to accomplish, and what arguments she should use to influence those whom she would ask to sign the agreement.
Berinthia introduced Rachel and Robert to Mrs. Adams. They found her a very charming lady; she had brought her little boy, John Quincy, to see the launching of the ship.
"He was one of the ministers first settled," said Berinthia, "and wrote a curious book, the 'Magnalia. When he was a boy he picked up Latin so quickly that when twelve years old he was able to enter college, graduating four years later. That stately mansion near the meetinghouse was the home of Lieutenant-Governor Hutchinson.
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