use their war
wasn't over yet.

'It came to my grandmother in this way: She was married to my
grandfather that owned this very farm, and lived in this very house;
and twice a week she would drive over to the prison, to the market
that used to be held there every day from before noon till nightfall.
Sometimes my grandfather drove with her, but oftener not. She could
take care of herself very well.

'She sold poultry and pork, eggs and butter, and vegetables; lard
sometimes, and straw, with other odds and ends. (The prisoners used
the straw for plaiting bonnets.) Scores of salesmen used to travel to
the prison every day, from Tavistock, Okehampton, Moreton, and all
around the Moor: Jews, too, from Plymouth, with slop-clothing.
But in all this crowd my grandmother held her own. The turnkeys knew
her; the prisoners liked her for her good looks and good temper, and
because she always dealt fair; and the agent (as they called the
governor in those days) had given orders to set aside a table and
trestles for her twice a week, close inside the entrance of the
market square, on the side where the bettermost French prisoners
lived in a building they called the Petty Caution.

'But with the prisoners, though many a time her heart melted for
them, she was always very careful, and let it be known that she never
smuggled tobacco or messages even for her best customers. After a
while they got to understand this, and (though you may think it
queer) liked her none the less. The agent, on his part, trusted
her--and the turnkeys and the military officials--and didn't respect
her the less because she never told tales, though they knew she might
have told many.

'This went on, staid and regular, for close upon three years; and
then, one fine October evening, my grandmother, after reaching home
with her little cart, unharnessing and bedding up the donkey in his
stable, walked out to the orchard, where my grandfather was looking
over his cider apples, and says she to him,--

'"William, I've a-done a dreadful deed."

'My grandfather took off his hat, and rubbed the top of his head.
"Good Lord!" he says. "You don't tell me!"

'"I've helped a prisoner to escape," says she.

'"Then we'm lost and done for," says my grandfather. "How did it
come about?" And with that he waited a little, and said, "Damme, my
dear, if any other person had brought me this tale I'd have tanned
his skin." For I must tell you my grandfather and grand