berries, they were chatting and laughing like old friends.
"Mary hath told me much o' militia training," he said mischievously, as Sally held out the basket to them. Selecting some of the berries, he looked up at her innocently. "One learns much from children," he finished in a bland voice.
The enemy! Again the words seemed to leap at Sally. Yet such a nice one. She laughed as she went back to her vegetable bed; but Lawrence, noticing that she soon found means to get rid of little Mary, smiled to himself.
"Sally?" he said.
"Aye, sir?"
"Know ye naught o' your last name—truly?"
"Nay—I told ye—naught! Grannie Haggerty's son shipped out on another boat, ye see, so that I ne'er knew him! Or, at least, an he did not ship—I ne'er knew him, anyway."
"'Tis a pity," murmured the boy.
"Sir?" It was the girl's turn to question him.
"Aye, Sally?"
"Know ye naught o' your first name?" She glanced at him across the vegetable bed with dancing eyes.
Young Lawrence planked down the front legs of his stool, upon which he had been teetering, to stare at her, then, perceiving the twinkle in the girl's eyes, he laughed. "Fair enow!" he answered.
