, and plenty of good milk; and Anne and Rose thought that
nothing could be better, and even decided that Mr. Mains did not look
like a pirate after all. "For I don't believe pirates wear brown gingham
aprons, do you, Rose?" said Anne, watching Mr. Mains awkwardly tying his
apron strings.

Lady had been well cared for, and was rested and ready for the journey
when Mr. Mains led her up to the door for the girls to enter the
chaise.

"I'm mighty sorry," he repeated as he helped the girls in, "sorry, I
mean, to have locked you folks up; but real glad to know you," and he
waved them a smiling good-bye, as Mr. Freeman carefully guided Lady
along the rough way to the main road.

"Well, Anne, I guess you'll remember this journey all your life," said
Rose, as they reached the highway and Lady trotted briskly along as if
glad to find her feet on good sand again. "Just think, father," she
continued, "of all that has happened to her since she left Province
Town, and she's not in Boston yet."

"Things happened when I went to Boston before," said Anne, remembering
her brief visit to Newburyport, when she had safely carried a paper of
importance to loyal Americans.

"I think all will go smoothly now," said Mr. Freeman, "but it was a very
brave thing for a little girl to start off alone for help, as you did
last night, Anne," and he looked kindly down at the little girl beside
him. "Had we indeed been held prisoners by Tories you might have secured
help for us, as you thought to do."

"But she really did help us, father," said Rose; "it was Anne who made
them understand who we really were. I do believe we might be shut up
still if Anne had not found a way to help us. Your father will be proud
of you, Anne, when I tell him the story."

It made Anne very happy to have Mr. Freeman and Rose praise her, and she
quite forgave the man who had pulled her from behind the bushes, and
whose finger marks she could still feel on her arm.

"I hope it won't rain to-day," said Mr. Freeman. "We ought to get to
Sandwich by noon, and after Lady has rested, we'll go on as far as we
can. Lady seems as anxious to get to Boston as we do," for the big horse
was traveling at a rapid pace, and going as if she enjoyed it.

"You shall go and see Faneuil Hall when you are in Boston, Anne,"
promised Rose, "and Mr. Hancock's fine house. It has terraces and stone
steps, and the English officers would well like to take up their
quarters there."

"They see