ng heap at the foot of the broad stairway.

"Come, dear," said Madam Wetherill, much moved. "Thou shalt sleep in my
bed and I will comfort thee."

It was true enough that the Continentals, marching down, found an empty
city. General Charles Lee had held back some information and acted in an
unpatriotic manner when his commander had reposed unlimited trust in
him. And a few days later his indecision was made manifest at the battle
of Monmouth, when he was courtmartialed and disgraced.

But another tall soldier came in buff and blue, and so amazed Primrose
that she hardly knew him. With him was Allin Wharton, who had much to
say about Andrew's work through the winter, and that no gift had ever
been more timely than Madam Wetherill's great bag of stockings that was
still talked about; and Lady Washington had esteemed it as one of the
most providential happenings.

"I have much to tell thee, sometime," Andrew said. "There is only a
moment now, for we are after the runaways." And then he gave her a long,
fond kiss.

Madam Wetherill glanced at them. Would it be the old story over again?

The battle of Monmouth was hard fought, but a victory for neither side,
since Sir Henry saved his stores at the sacrifice of many lives, and
escaped. Washington came back to the city for a brief stay and new
plans.

Lovely old Philadelphia, that had been William Penn's dream, was no
more. British occupation had overthrown its quaint charm. Gardens had
been destroyed, houses ruined, streets were a mass of filth and rubbish,
the country roads were full of lawless gangs who plundered inoffensive
people.

"Oh, how sweet is the quiet of these parts, freed from the anxious and
troublesome solicitations, hurries, and perplexities of woeful Europe,"
Penn had exclaimed, on his return from his first visit back to England.
But the quiet had disappeared; even the old Quaker homes, that had held
out alike from blaming foe and encouraging friend, were full of
apprehension.

Washington at once placed General Arnold in command. His marriage with
Mistress Margaret Shippen, and his beautiful home at Mount Pleasant,
where elegance and extravagance reigned, had rendered him an object of
disapprobation with the sober-thoughted and solid part of the community.
Joseph Ross, the president of the executive council, brought many
charges against him, which though angrily repelled at the time were
proved sadly true later on.

There were some trials of Torie