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Updated: May 27, 2025
"But wert thou not torn away from this house last year?" Primrose was silent a moment. "I hate this being tossed to and fro! And I have learned to love them all at Aunt Wetherill's. I go to Christ Church. I shall never, never be a Quaker. And I am a a rebel! If I were a man I would go and help them fight against the King." Lois Henry looked horrified.
Truth to tell, Philemon Henry was becoming quite captivated with the city of his birth and his later adoption. And as he began to understand Madam Wetherill's views for his own future as well as that of his cousin, he was amazed at her generosity. "Nay, it is not simple generosity," she declared with great vigor.
A bit of tape was quite a luxury, as it had to be imported, while one could twist cords, fine or coarse, at home. "Your Aunt Wetherill's housekeeper is in the next room. She has come hither to give notice. Next week will be the time to go in town." "Oh, Aunt Lois! Aunt Lois!" Primrose buried her face in the elder's gown.
Thou art a little coquette, and learning thy lesson young!" "But I like him very much," she replied with brave seriousness. "Only it's pleasanter to live with thee," and she hid her face in Madam Wetherill's gown. James Henry mended slowly, and Lois' fever lasted a month before she could leave her bed, and then she could only totter about.
Travel in northern Arizona is never easy, and this grew harder and steeper. There was one long slope of heavy sand that I made sure would prove too much for Wetherill's pack mules. But they surmounted it apparently less breathless than I was. Toward sunset a storm gathered ahead of us to the north with a promise of cooling and sultry air.
But another tall soldier came in buff and blue, and so amazed Primrose that she hardly knew him. With him was Allin Wharton, who had much to say about Andrew's work through the winter, and that no gift had ever been more timely than Madam Wetherill's great bag of stockings that was still talked about; and Lady Washington had esteemed it as one of the most providential happenings.
It would seem so natural with a brother in the ranks," and he recalled the entertainment in his honor at Madam Wetherill's hands. Polly, his sister, had thought the captain charming. "I am a rebel," she said proudly. "And I shall never be content until he comes over to the side of the country, to the buff and blue instead of the red." "Surely, surely; you are a brave, patriotic girl.
Laguna Creek, at that season, became flooded after every thunderstorm; and it was a treacherous red-mired quicksand where I convinced myself we would have stuck forever had it not been for Wetherill's Navajos. We rode all day, for the most part closed in by ridges and bluffs, so that no extended view was possible. It was hot, too, and the sand blew and the dust rose.
I had no idea there was so much interest in this old town of William Penn's. The winter will be a merry one." "It seems not much like war," returned Gilbert Vane thoughtfully. The party at Madam Wetherill's was a most brilliant affair. It seemed as if every conclave except the Continentals were represented.
James Henry was rather surprised when she proposed that he should take Primrose home, as they had begun to call Madam Wetherill's. "There is no great haste," he replied. "But thou art going at least half-way there, and it was to be merely a visit. Thou must see, James, that all her ways and habits are very different, and our good seed would be sown on sandy ground.
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