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Rh full, I reckon, what wid Tory rides, pullin' down de statures, an' dat bonfire what's gwine ter roar way up to de sky when she's touched off."

"Go find him at once, Scip, and say I wish he would come here without delay. We need him sorely."

Scipio bowed gravely, then tugged at the wool just over his forehead in a sailorly fashion, and was lost to view in the crowd before Dorothy had an opportunity of speaking the words which were trembling on her lips.

"We could hardly get away if we started at once," Mistress Lamb said apprehensively, as she gazed at the new accessions to the ranks of the spectators which hemmed in the ladies even more completely than before.

"Are you going home, mother?" Dorothy asked.

"Yes, my child, as soon as your father comes. This is no place for us, and I should have known that there would be little less than a mob here."

"Don't speak so loudly," Mistress Lamb cautioned. "We may be again mistaken for Tories, and then our troubles would be great indeed, for these people are too highly excited to listen to reason."

"Do you want to go home, Sarah?" Dorothy asked in a low tone.