The Rebels: The Kent Family Chronicles - Plot & Excerpts
The light spilling into the room sparkled the dark eyes of the baby Philip Kent swung high over his head, then down again. “Philip, you’ll frighten him!” Anne said as she came in. The child, stocky as his father, and with the same thick, dark hair, disproved it with a delighted gurgle as Philip set him down gently, then brushed out a fold in the homespun smock Anne had sewn herself. “He enjoys it,” Philip grinned, moving two paces backward. He stretched out his arms. “Walk to me, Abraham. Walk to Papa.” Gurgling again, Abraham took three unsteady steps. He stumbled and sprawled, wailing. Philip rushed forward. So did the two visitors. But Anne reached the baby first, snatched him to her breast and started out of the room: “You’re so used to tossing muskets around at top speed, you’ve forgotten how to handle something more delicate,” she teased Philip. “I’ll put him in the crib for “his nap. Then we’ll eat.” When she’d gone, George Lumden packed tobacco into his clay pipe and said, “A fine, strong boy, Philip.
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