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WAR

"But, suppose he was pressed in?" asks Dave. "Every day there are men pressed into the army from this neighborhood, some of them almost as good as we are. Suppose he couldn't help it?"

"Davy," says I, "you been away and you don't know the news. There's no one pressed in nowadays."

"Yes, there is, daddy," answers Dave, nice and soft.

"Well, then," says I, a little angry, "I expect it's me that don't know the news. I haven't heard of it hereabouts. Anyhow, this house refused to shelter Tories in the Revolution, but opened all its doors and windows to General George Washington; and do you think I'll allow the same walls to hide a rebel?"

"General George Washington was a rebel himself," says Dave, solemn as an owl.

Which, when you come to think of it, is certainly true.

"Well," I says, a little confused, "that was different. A rebel who succeeds in his rebellion it not a rebel. These rebels won't. Washing-

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