"There are other 'young' soldiers, too," remarked Hannah dryly.
"We 'll do our best to get over that."
"You 'll need to! Now that you know all about our family, perhaps it will not be out of place to tell us who you are."
"My name is Robert Dorlon; I'd almost forgotten to tell you," said Robert, laughing. "I'm a Jersey man"—
"You're a good ways from home," interrupted Hannah.
"Yes, and if all goes well, I 'll be farther still before I go back."
"Have you ever seen General Washington?"
"Oh, yes, a number of times. I 've talked with him, too. I 've got a"— Robert stopped abruptly, for he had almost told what he knew was for no one but General Clinton himself.
"Did you tell him how to beat the red-coats?" inquired Hannah.
"He did not ask my advice, nor did he need it."
"What is he doing at present?"
"That I cannot say now. But when I last saw him—that was only a few days ago—he was doing his best to keep the regulars where they were, over in Jersey, and he was
