Ruth Hatch

“ She slipped from the great settle to greet him, and her sampler fell at his feet. There it lay, each letter clear and plain, each stitch straight and neat. General Washington himself quickly picked it up. ”

“ When they engage their mortal foe!
Huzza, brave boys!”
There was Priscilla running through the garden, quite forgetful of her misdeeds. Her mother was very, very angry, and Priscilla was again shut up, this time in a room with no convenient tree, with many Bible verses to learn about the punishment of disobedience, and a coarse, hard seam to sew. Then she was sorry, and, next morning, in all Massachusetts no better, busier little maid might be found than the deacon’s daughter as she sat in the great room of Abbott's Tavern in Andover town, and none made neater, fairer stitches. ”