Acton."

"You don't say so!"

"Yes, they have, and--"

"I say, Joe Devins, go down and do- do something. There's my
niece, a-feeding the murderers! I'll disown her. She shan't
have a penny of my pounds, she shan't!"

Both Joe and Uncle John were compelled to remain in inaction,
while below, the weary little woman acted the kind hostess to His
Majesty's troops.

But now the feast was spent, and the soldiers were summoned to
begin their painful march. Assembled on the green, all was
ready, when Major Pitcairn, remembering the little woman who had
ministered to his wants, returned to the house to say farewell.

'Twas but a step to her door, and but a moment since he had left
it, but he found her crying; crying with joy, in the very chair
where he had found her at prayers in the morning.

"I would like to say good-by," he said; "you've been very kind to
me to-day."

With a quick dash or two of the dotted white apron (spotless no
longer) to her eye, she arose. Major Pitcairn extended his hand,
but she folded her own closely together, and said: