Her mother would have silenced her, but the colonel smiled and said,
"No, no, little lady; I would rather go without supper than let one
feather of Dame Partlet be touched."

"Nay, you need not do that either, sir," said the little chatter-box,
confidentially, "for we are to have a pie made of little Jenny's
pigeons; and I'll tell you what, sir, no one makes raised crust half
so well as sister Rose."

Lady Woodley was not sorry to stop the current of her little girl's
communications by despatching her on another message, and asking
Colonel Enderby whether he would not prefer taking a little rest in
his room before supper-time, offering, at the same time all the
remedies for bruises and wounds that every good housekeeper of the
time was sure to possess.

She had a real regard for Mr. Enderby, who had been a great friend of
her husband before the unhappy divisions of the period arrayed them
on opposite sides, and even then, though true friendship could not
last, a kindly feeling had always existed.

Mr. Enderby was a conscientious man, but those were difficult times;
and he had regarded loyalty to the King less than what he considered
the rights of the people. He had been an admirer of Hampden and his
principles, and had taken up arms on the same side, becoming a rebel
on political, not on religious, grounds. When, as time went on, the
evils of the rebellion developed themselves more fully, he was
already high in command, and so involved with his own party that he
had not the resolution requisite for a change of course and