"Oh-o-o!" gasped Dot, who knew something about the "Father of His Country." "He was dead-ed long before that." "Before when?" demanded Ruth, partly waking up to the situation. "Eighteen seventy-eight," repeated Tess, wearily. "Of course I meant seventeen seventy-eight," interposed Agnes. "And at that you're a long way off," observed Neale, who chanced to be at the Corner House that evening.