Tom's army won a great victory, after a long and hard-fought battle.

Then the dead were counted, prisoners exchanged, the terms of the next disagreement agreed upon, and the day for the necessary battle appointed; after which the armies fell into line and marched away, and Tom turned homeward alone.
As he was passing by the house where Jeff Thatcher lived, he saw a new girl in the garden--a lovely little blue-eyed creature with yellow hair plaited into two long-tails, white summer frock and embroidered pantalettes.

The fresh-crowned hero fell without firing a shot.

A certain Amy Lawrence vanished out of his heart and left not even a memory of herself behind.

He had thought he loved her to distraction; he had regarded his passion as adoration; and behold it was only a poor little evanescent partiality.