..Under the crown, American history; . forth, sir! she at last commanded,with assumed austerity. What have we here?A rebel, I fear me, from all I am told. But one profoundly grateful to his preserver,replied the young man ; and to old Rastuss greatastonishment, he took Mistress Pollys hand and POLLY CALLENDAR. 181 gallantly kissed the tips of her fingers, albeitthey were tinged with scarlet from her dye. * Methinks, sir, it but ill becomes me to acceptsuch thanks from one who confesses his dis-loyalty to King George, Polly replied, still withseeming severity,and whosename I do noteven know. Bu
..Under the crown, American history; . forth, sir! she at last commanded,with assumed austerity. What have we here?A rebel, I fear me, from all I am told. But one profoundly grateful to his preserver,replied the young man ; and to old Rastuss greatastonishment, he took Mistress Pollys hand and POLLY CALLENDAR. 181 gallantly kissed the tips of her fingers, albeitthey were tinged with scarlet from her dye. * Methinks, sir, it but ill becomes me to acceptsuch thanks from one who confesses his dis-loyalty to King George, Polly replied, still withseeming severity,and whosename I do noteven know. Butsince you arehere, prithee takeseat before thefire. For of ne-cessity, sir, I havemade a goodRoyalist of you,so far as yourgreatcoat coversyou. See! Andwith the clothes-stick she lifted itout of the kettle. Not Cousin Charless own is a brighter scarlet! The stranger burst into a hearty laugh. Goodfaith, I had not thought to wear a scarlet coat! Yet, sir, it may stand you in good stead, asyou ride into Boston to-morrow, replied DON IT, SIR. 182 POLLY CALLENDAR. And now let us powder a little alum in themortar to set the hue. I would not have thyloyalty wash out, sir, in the first shower thatfalls on you. As a consequence, one young patriot foundhimself powdering alum to dye his own coatscarlet. And midnight came and passed, as heand Polly sat in front of the great brass kettle,and old Rastus nodded in the corner. Beyond doubt they became better acquaintedin this time; and Polly certainly learned thestrangers name, for as the tall old clock in thecorner struck one, she said, It is now time towring thy coat, John Fenderson. When wrung it had still to be dried ; and Pollyput it for an hour into the warm brick oven. Somewhat puckered from the dye, the garmentstill required pressing out; and to heat an ironand accomplish this occupied yet another old clock struck three. Truly, John Fenderson, making a kingsman of thee has been a long task! exclaimedPolly, as at last
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