See how they play to-night, like children, the city practically unguarded from attack," she waved an ungloved hand toward the dark without.

"I venture there are men out yonder, sir, who are not dancing and laughing away these hours." My cheeks burned.
"You mean Washington's troops ?" "Aye! I saw them here in Philadelphia before Sir William came," her voice lowered, yet earnest, "and they are not playing at war; grim, silent, sober-faced men, dressed in odds and ends, not pretty to look at; some tattered and hungry, but they fight hard.

Mr.Conway was telling us yesterday of how they suffered all winter long, while we danced and feasted here, Washington himself sleeping with the snow drifting over him.

You do not know the Americans, for you are not long across the water, but they are not the kind to be conquered by such child's play as this." "You are an American then ?" "By birth, yes," unhesitatingly.

"We are of those loyal to the King, but--I admire men." It was with an effort I restrained my words, eager to proclaim my service, yet comprehending instantly that I dare not even trust this plain-spoken girl with the truth.