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Weston became worried at the sight of her daughter's flushed cheeks and frightened eyes. She decided that it was best for Rebecca to remain in bed; and, had it not been for the frequent doses of bitter herb tea which her mother insisted on her drinking, Rebby would have been well satisfied to hide herself away from everyone.
"Now we must walk slowly for a time," cautioned Anna, remembering her father's warnings against hurrying at the beginning of a tramp. "We must go on steadily for a time, and rest before we begin to feel tired. That is the way Indians do, and Father says it is why they can travel day after day and not be exhausted." Rebby looked at her little sister admiringly.
Melvina would balance herself on the very edge of the bluff, when she and Rebby, often followed by a surprised and unhappy Luretta, went for a morning walk. Or on their trips to the lumber yard for chips Melvina would climb to the top of some pile of timber and dance about as if trying to make Rebby frightened lest she fall.
Anna called out as they passed a big pile of pine logs and came to where stacks of smooth boards just from the sawmill shut the river from sight. "Well, Danna, do you and Rebby want your basket filled with golden oranges from sunny Italy and dates from Egypt? Or shall it be with Brazilian nuts and ripe pineapples from South America?" "Oh, Father!
"Poor Rebby," thought Danna, looking down at her elder sister and remembering that Rebecca had never enjoyed woodland tramps, and realizing that this undertaking was much harder for her sister than for herself. "She's asleep," Anna whispered to herself, with a little smile of satisfaction.
So she was ready to keep her little sister company, and try to make her forget the troubles of her adventures. "Of course I had to go, Rebby," Anna responded seriously, "but none of it, not even my feet, hurt so bad as what Mrs. Lyon said about me. For I do not think I am what she said," and Anna began to cry.
"But I had not seen Lucia, Mother. I was waiting for her," said Rebecca. Mrs. Weston made no answer; her thoughts were too full of the possible dangers to the settlement from the British gunboat to think much of the postponed apology; nor was the matter ever again mentioned. "Now, Rebby, you really have done something for America," declared Anna, as the sisters went up to their room that night.
"If you please, Mrs. Horton, I have brought back the mitts Lucia gave me for a birthday present," responded Rebby, her voice faltering a little. "Oh! Don't they fit? Why, that is a shame. Well, lay them on the step," said Mrs. Horton, wondering why Rebby should look so flushed and warm, and why she had not given the mitts to Lucia.
The sun was low in the western sky, and a cool little breeze crept up from the river and stirred the tree-tops. Shadows gathered about the house, and still there was no sign or sound of the Hortons, and Rebby was about to start for home when a man came around the corner of the house and spoke to her. He was evidently a sailor, and in a great hurry.
Rebecca was up in season to see her father start, but Anna, tired from the adventure of the previous day, had not awakened. "Is the liberty tree safe?" Rebby asked a little anxiously, as she helped her mother about the household work that morning. "Why, Rebby dear, what harm could befall it?" questioned her mother. "The traitor who set it afloat will not dare cut it down.
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