as wisely not made all people alike," she said; "some He
wants to be soldiers, other ministers, and others statesmen. Each has
his peculiar gift. But oh, how I wish that I had been born a boy! I
don't mind this at all."

Matthew looked at her with surprise.

"Aren't you, too, a bit afraid?" he asked her "It seems to me as if you
really enjoyed this kind of frolic."

Agnes looked at him seriously. "Indeed," she said, "I do not, for I
hate war. War is of Satan, and peace is of God. It is dreadful that
People should kill each other, and this for the sake of money and gain.
Had these Indians been treated kindly, they never would have gone on the
war path. But the English traders deceived them, and the Dutch incited
them to blooodshed. So here we are!"

"It _is_ a pity," Matthew said; "and what a fine Sunday school we had!
The children could sing, and praise Jesus as well as the white people.
There is no reason why they should not be true Christians, every one of
them. It is the fault of the white men, as you say. I deeply regret
that there are rascals who disgrace our religion."

Agnes did not answer. Her eyes were riveted to the entrance of the
cave where she anxiously watched the fading light of day.

"It is getting to be night," she said, "and I am hungry as a bear. I
wish Fred would come."

"I wonder where he can be," Matthew said wearily; "this business of
waiting doesn't strike me as a very opportune thing just now. If I had
my way, I would be running like a rabbit, until we were back at Boston.
And never will I leave that place again! We did wrong in not obeying
our parents."

Agnes looked at him reprovingly. "That does not solve our problems
now," she ventured. "I, too, wish we were back, but we are here now,
and we must make the best of it. But oh, if only Fred were here."

"Let's go and look for him," Matthew broke in.

"No," Agnes replied, "we must stay and wait. They also serve who only
stand and wait."

Yet she also became tired as the moments crept on slowly and wearily.
Darkness covered the cave, and she could hardly see the opening any
more.

"Matthew," she whispered as she walked forward, "you remain here with
the guns. I will go and look for Fred. It is dark now!"

In a moment she was gone, while Matthew almost wept for anguish of
heart. Yet he had learned to obey both Fred and Agnes, though he was
older than they. There was something indescribably firm in their voices