“Thee missed Christmas,” Dan said at breakfast, “which is what happens when thee takes up with Quakers—but I think we can safely go to the party tonight.” “Why, Daniel, thee has never gone to one of those parties before!” Sister Greene stopped pouring maple syrup over a pancake to stare at him in astonishment. “Some of the men will be drinking.” “Be a good chance to bear witness against it. I don’t care for such things, but Julie would like it.” “Please—don’t call me that!” Laddie said instantly, and then she was sorry for her sharpness and added, “It’s just that if you use it to address me, Friend Daniel, you might let it slip in front of someone.” “Sorry.” He shrugged and said, “Would thee like to go? I understand there’s music and games.” “Wouldn’t it be boring for you?” “Oh, it won’t hurt me—Laddie.”
