ead. (Washington
begins to prepare them). I thank you.

WASHINGTON
(toasting bread and bacon). The wilderness must be rough-seeming to
you.

RED ROWAN.
I'm well-used to deep forests and long, hard journeys, for the love of
a trail is in my blood. My grandfather was a gentleman rover, and my
father a frontiersman, and my mother was--a gipsy.

WASHINGTON
(surprised).
A gipsy?

RED ROWAN
(nodding).
Aye, but she died when I was little, and lies buried oversea. 'Tis ten
years now since my father came from England, and brought me with him.

WASHINGTON.
You have known little of a roof, then.

RED ROWAN.
Aye, or of schooling. But forests are kind teachers, and have given me
much. There is a lore deeper than the lore of books. You too must know
it. For with lonely campfires and winding roads and sharp, white,
frosty stars one comes to gather wisdom. Schoolbooks may give you the
past, but it is in my blood to know----

WASHINGTON
(as she pauses).
The future--!

RED ROWAN
(slowly, gazing at fire).
Or so I tell myself. I must ofttimes make up fancies to help the long
days pass. (Rises.) Come, for a jest, let me read your palm, Master
Washington. And in after years you may say: "Why, so Red Rowan told
me!"

WASHINGTON.
Would you have me put faith in witchcraft?

RED ROWAN
(offended).Do I look like a witch? Nay, but you know right well I do not.
Come, let me read your hand. 'Tis a mere jest, and will do no harm, and
you need not believe a word I say.

WASHINGTON.
I will not, if it is flattering; for I have learned aforetime that
_humility is the forerunner of advancement._ [Footnote: Washington's
own words]

RED ROWAN
(seated on mossy log, as she reads his hand). What would you wish to
be?

WASHINGTON
(simply).
When I grow older, a man of deeds, not words. [Footnote: Washington's
own words]

RED ROWAN.
Well, then, give hither. (Reading his hand.) Your name is Washington,
and you come from beyond Blue Ridge. All this I know. For the rest, let
me read. You are well versed in woodcraft, but not so well in books.

WASHINGTON.
There I must mend me.

RED ROWAN.
Aye. You are a notable horseman: your wrist is quick at the foils; you
can swim, climb, and fight, if need be. You are strong, and your valor
equals your strength, your courtesy, your bearing. The line of truth is
here. You smile?

WASHINGTON.
I was thinking of the matter of a hatchet and a cherry tree!

RED ROWAN
(still reading).
Throug