Harriet Theresa Comstock

“ Andy McNeal, you have been a faithful friend to as great a hero as the Revolution will ever know. Many offer their lives. He offered his honor. Willing was he to die, and to die dishonored by the many. Some day his country will understand."
"And, sir, do you know the British are bringing their ships up the river?"
Washington's eyes gleamed. "I have sent men to Frog's Point," he smiled. "They will meet a welcome when they land. Thank you. And now farewell. Take heed as you return. You are safer without a guard." ”

“ There was no need of explanation. The eyes under the drooping frill grew joyous at the sight of the honored face. The heart under the coarse cotton frock beat high with pride, and—yes, shame, for how was the boy to make himself known?
"Pray be seated," the deep voice was saying. "You are weary and you have taken chances of danger to reach me with your gift."
Andy sank into the nearest chair.
"I appreciate your devotion and unselfishness, but I would advise no future attempts to pass the British lines for such a thing."
"There were other reasons, sir," said Andy. Washington came nearer. ”

“ The hard young face opposite appeared more unrelenting than Janie's had seemed.
"What is best for mother is best for me," said Andy. "I am almost a man. When the war is over I shall try to do a man's part in the world. Each one of us has his life." ”