ped so much if I had been
outspoken on the rebel side. I heard many a little thing that could be
passed on, and found how a few supplies could be forwarded without
suspicion. But, Andrew, wilt thou never regret this step?"

"I considered well for many weeks. There were some other conditions I
could not wisely accept. And Penn will be a good son to my father.
Otherwise I could hardly have left him. But 'tis done now, and though I
shall long many times to see my dear mother's face, I shall fight none
the less bravely for our land. I hope to follow our intrepid Washington,
and may soon be transferred."

"And leave the city?" cried Primrose in dismay.

"I do not quite like our new general. I am afraid the coming winter will
be like the last, and I, for one, would have no heart for pleasure until
we have won our independence."

Andrew promised to come in again when he was off duty, and Primrose
reluctantly let him go. Yet she watched him with glistening eyes, and
could hardly decide how much was glory and how much tears.

CHAPTER XVI.

LOVE AND TRUE LOVE.

"A very plain stiff Quaker downstairs, Primrose, who demands to see thee
alone. There is a sharp air about her. I think she must be one of those
the madam spoke of who are importuning about repairs and want rents for
nothing."

"To see me?" asked Primrose in surprise. "I have nothing to do with the
houses."

"She would not allow her business was with anyone else. She does not
look like one of the begging women with whom the city is overrun."

Primrose walked slowly down the wide staircase full of curiosity. Polly
Wharton asked for her sometimes, and Anabella Morris.

The visitor had on the close hat with the big round crown that but few
of the younger women wore, and rarely in black. Her gown was straight
and plain, the long sleeves coming down over her ungloved hands, and a
square of gray twilled silk crossed over her bosom. She did not stir
until Primrose was well into the room and then she turned.

"Oh, Rachel!" was the surprised exclamation.

Rachel Morgan stared at the vision before her. An unwonted envy stirred
her. It seemed as if Faith grew plainer every day, and this girl took
all the beauty!

"How are they all at the farm?" Primrose inquired with pretty
graciousness. "Is Uncle James quite well and strong?"

"How could one be well with such a great sorrow?" the visitor asked
sternly, fixing her eyes on Primrose, who shrank from the hard