randon exclaimed
as Tom ushered him into the sitting-room.

"What! stopping at the Green Dragon! Why didn't you come right here,
you naughty boy?"

He tinkled a bell and a negro entered the room.

"Mark Antony, go up to the Green Dragon and get this gentleman's
trunk. Tell the landlord I sent you. Hold on a moment: it is after
nine o'clock, and the watchman may overhaul you and want to know what
you are doing. You must have an order."

Mr. Brandon stepped to a writing-desk and wrote an order, receiving
which Mark Antony bowed and took his departure.

Mr. Brandon was in the prime of life, hale, hearty, vigorous, a former
ship captain, who had been to London many times, also through the
Straits of Gibraltar, to Madeira, Jamaica, and round Cape of Good Hope
to China. He had seen enough of ocean life and had become a builder of
ships. He was accustomed to give orders, manage men, and was quick to
act. He had accumulated wealth, and was living in a spacious mansion
on the summit of the hill. On calm summer evenings he smoked his pipe
upon the platform on the roof of his house, looking through a
telescope at vessels making the harbor, reading the signals flying at
the masthead, and saying to himself and friends that the approaching
vessel was from London or the West Indias.

Robert admired the homelike residence, the paneled wainscoting, the
fluted pilasters, elaborately carved mantel, glazed tiles, mahogany
centre-table, armchairs, the beautifully carved writing-desk, the
pictures on the walls of ships under full sail weathering rocky
headlands.

Mrs. Brandon and her daughter Berinthia entered the room. Mrs. Brandon
was very fair for a woman in middle life. Berinthia had light blue
eyes, cherry ripe lips, and rosy cheeks.

"I have heard father speak of you often, and he is always holding up
cousin Rachel as a model for me," said Berinthia, shaking hands with
him.

Tom told of what had happened at the town pump.

"The soldiers are a vile set," said Mrs. Brandon.

"They are becoming very insolent, and I fear we shall have trouble
with them," said Mr. Brandon.

Mark Antony came with the trunk, and Tom lighted a candle to show
Robert to his chamber. Berinthia walked with him to the foot of the
stairs.

"Good-night, cousin," she said; "I want to thank you in behalf
of all the girls in Boston for throwing that villain into the
watering-trough."

IV.

AN EVENING WITH SAM ADAMS.

"How beautiful!" Robe