with much firing of guns all day and a great civic banquet
in the evening. The streets wore quite a holiday aspect. Many people
came in from the farms and residences at a distance, and flags, made
after the pattern that Betsy Ross had designed for the army when General
Washington went to Boston, were shown in some houses.

There was also a smashing of Quaker windows, and much hooting at the
peace men, who were bidden to come out of the shelter of their
broadbrims.

A new oath of allegiance had been exacted from the citizens of the whole
State that created great consternation among the Friends. Many now
openly espoused the cause of freedom, being convinced it was a duty, and
their expulsion from the ranks followed. Even among the women there were
enthusiastic souls who gave aid and comfort in the years of trial that
were to follow.

James Henry had ranged himself strongly on the peace side. Indeed the
household were a unit with the exception of Andrew, who held his temper
bravely when the talk was of the condemnatory order.

There had been no open rupture on the little girl's account. In a way
James Henry resigned some of his powers, though he kept the trusteeship,
and was sharp to see to the accounting of money matters. Madam Wetherill
and Primrose made journeys to the Quaker farmhouse, and the Henrys were
cordially invited to the city to test the Wetherill hospitality.

Primrose had listened to Andrew's persuasion, and in the summer gone for
several days. How queer it all seemed to her! The plain, homely rooms,
the absence of the many little courtesies to which she had become
accustomed, the routine of work that left no leisure for reading or
enjoyment. For already in the city there was a great deal of
intelligence.

She had grown tall, but was very slim and full of grace in every
movement. Her hair still held its sunny tint, and even if combed as
straight as possible, soon fell into waves and curling tendrils, and her
complexion was radiant in pearl and rose.

Rachel was quite a young woman, with a thin, muslin Quaker cap over her
brown hair, and not the slightest attempt at ornament; a great worker
and very thrifty in her methods. In her opinion idleness was a sin.
Faith had grown tall, but was not as robust.

Primrose was like a sudden sunbeam in the old house. Her merry laugh
rippled everywhere. As of old, every animal on the place made friends
with her. And though Uncle James looked stern and sour at tim