Patriotic Plays and Pageants for Young People by Constance D'Arcy Mackay
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(still looking at the fire).
You have a shrewd fire, and the air is chill in these mountains. WASHINGTON. Will you not have some bacon and bread? I wish there were more to offer you. RED ROWAN. I'll have a taste of the bacon and a morsel of bread. (Washington begins to prepare them). I thank you. WASHINGTON (toasting bread and bacon). The wilderness must be rough-seeming to you. RED ROWAN. I'm well-used to deep forests and long, hard journeys, for the love of a trail is in my blood. My grandfather was a gentleman rover, and my father a frontiersman, and my mother was--a gipsy. WASHINGTON (surprised). A gipsy? RED ROWAN (nodding). Aye, but she died when I was little, and lies buried oversea. 'Tis ten years now since my father came from England, and brought me with him. WASHINGTON. |
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