alk with him just as you do with me."

With the cheese under his arm Robert walked along Hanover Street to
Doctor Warren's house[17]. It was a wooden building standing end to
the road. Entering a small yard, he rattled the knocker on the door.
The doctor opened it.

[Footnote 17: The home of Doctor Warren stood upon the spot now
occupied by the American House. It was a plain structure and was
surrounded a garden. Mrs. Warren--Elizabeth Hooton before
marriage--was the daughter of Richard Hooton, a merchant possessing
large wealth. She was beautiful in person and character. She died May,
1773. The Boston _Gazette_ contained an appreciative tribute to her
worth.

"Good sense and modesty with virtue crowned;
A sober mind when fortune smiled or frowned.
So keen a feeling for a friend distressed,
She could not bear to see a man oppressed."]

"Good-evening; will you walk in?" he said. It was a pleasant, cheery
voice, one to make a sick person feel well.

"Please step into the office."

Robert entered a room smelling of rhubarb, jalap, ipecac, and other
medicines in bottles and packages on the shelves.

Sincere and hearty were the thanks of Doctor Warren for the present.

"I want Mrs. Warren to make your acquaintance," he said.

A beautiful woman entered and gave Robert a cordial greeting.

"It is very kind of you to bring us such a gift. It is not the first
time your father has made us happy," she said. "We must find some way,
husband, to let Mr. Walden know we appreciate his kindness."

"That is so, wife."

"We live so far away," said Robert, "we do not know what is going on.
Father wishes me especially to learn the latest news from London in
regard to the proposed tax on tea, and what the Colonies are going to
do about it."

"That is a very important matter," the doctor replied, "and we are to
have a meeting of the Sons of Liberty this evening to consider what
shall be done in case the bill now before Parliament becomes a law, as
I have no doubt it will. I shall be pleased to have you go with me. Of
course our meetings are somewhat secret. We do not care to have any
mousing Tory know just what we intend to do. You will have a hearty
welcome from the boys. It is only a few steps from here, at the Green
Dragon."

"That is where I am stopping," Robert replied.

"You can say to your father," the doctor continued, "that the redcoats
are becoming very insolent, and we fear there will be trou