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Updated: May 14, 2025
Weston, busy in her kitchen, remembered suddenly that it was September tenth. "My Rebby's birthday! And, with my mind full of all the worry about being shut off from the world by British cruisers, and provisions growing so scarce, I had forgotten," and Mrs. Weston left her work and reached the front door just as Rebecca rose to her feet to greet her friends.
Oh, Rebby, why didn't you try to stop your father going after it?" "How could I?" responded Rebecca. "And when I said: 'Why must Machias have a liberty pole? he was ill pleased with me, and said I must be loyal to America's rights. Oh, Lucia! are you sure that " But Lucia's hand was held firmly over Rebby's mouth. "Ssh. Don't speak it aloud, Rebby.
We must go after it without telling anyone; then when we bring it back the men can drive off or capture the gunboat," Rebecca explained. "I think Father ought to know," persisted Anna, so that at last Rebby said no more, after Anna had promised not to repeat Rebby's plan to anyone. But Rebby slept but little that night.
Anna's was trimmed with the scarlet wings of a red bird, while Rebby's had the white breast of a gull. Mr. Weston wore deerskin breeches and moccasins and a flannel blouse. A stout leather belt about his waist carried a couple of serviceable knives, and he carried his musket, for the forest was filled with many wild animals, and the settlers were always ready to protect themselves.
Danna reached into the pocket of her doeskin skirt and drew out her sharp clasp-knife; very carefully she cut a broad strip from the top of Rebby's moccasin, and skilfully fitted it inside over the sole. "I saw Father do this very thing once," she said. "It will surely last until we reach home." "I knew I could never make this trip without you, Danna," Rebby said gratefully.
Rebby's thoughts were filled with a certain fear that Lucia Horton might contrive some new plan to make away with this emblem of freedom; and she gave an exclamation of satisfaction as she saw the handsome young pine, well braced with rocks and timber supports, standing on the bluff.
"And nobody asked her to come to our party," added Anna; "'twas rude of her to come." Mrs. Weston looked in astonishment at her two little daughters. "Not ask Lucia?" she questioned, and listened to Rebby's explanation: that, because of the Hortons' store of dainties, and their scorn of the simple fare of their neighbors, Rebby had decided not to ask Lucia to her party.
Weston replied smilingly. "It tells me that we have two of the bravest girls in America. Listen," and he read Rebby's note aloud. "'Tis a deed to make us proud," he said, "and 'twill give new courage to every man in the settlement to know that a supply of powder will be here to-morrow." But it was a long and anxious day for Mrs. Weston.
From Rebby's own story her mother decided that she had been unfair to Lucia; she did not ask if Rebby had purposely spilled the honey on Lucia's muslin dress, but she felt it was not the time to allow any ill feeling among the families of the settlement, and that Rebecca's failure to ask the Hortons to come with the other neighbors to taste the wild honey could easily offend them.
The Hortons were no longer trusted by their neighbors, and after that morning in church they vanished from the community and never returned. Rebby's glance now rested on London. How queerly he looked, she thought wonderingly. He was leaning sideways peering out of an open window.
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