Gilmour did not appear at breakfast the next morning. This was odd, as he had yet to miss a meal, and had appeared to enjoy his food even on the days when it was poorly cooked. There was still no sign of him long after the rest of the guests had drifted in and taken their seats, and when the brea...
This was according to the Varneys, who were quite upset by it. “They’re telling everyone that Methodist Episcopals are American spies,” Mrs. Varney told him. “They’re saying that joining the Methodist Episcopal Church is an act of disloyalty and will be viewed as treason by the government.” “It n...
The entire Small family, not unexpectedly, was eager to attend the meeting, even though it was a six-mile drive to the hall at Cold Springs. “I know James is only assisting,” Mr. Small said, “but we’d all like to hear him. I’ll hitch up the wagon so we can take all of us. ...
In spite of the years that had passed since he had last seen her, she was still the same raw-boned, red-haired girl he remembered. She, on the other hand, seemed to have trouble placing him, and her eyebrows lifted in a question. “Sally!” he said, tipping his hat. “Or I sh...