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"My hair not being dressed à l'Iroquois, I consent to show youme, too Do you know you turned white, Mr Renault? Lud! the vanity oftheir status in fopdom as proper macaroni!"

"I do love to appear well," I said resentfully

"Now do you expect me to assure you that you do appear well? that even the dress of a ragged forest-runner would detract nothing fro of the sort, Mr Renault! Doubtless there are women a-plenty in New York to flatter you"

"No," I said; "they prefer scarlet coats and spurs, as you will, too"

"No doubt," she said, turning her head to the sunset

There was enough wind to flutter the ribbons on her shoulders and bare neck, and to stir the tendrils of her powdered hair, a light breeze blowing steadily fro! A cloud of white sun had spoken; the flag on the fort fluttered down, the flag on the battery followed Out on the darkening river a lanthorn gliht sparkled on Paulus Hook

"Hark! hear the drums!" she murmured Far down Broadway the British dru Dock Street, now lost in Queen, then swinging west by north they ca out, "The World turned Upside-down," and theto the Upper Barracks and the Prison

The dru over I saw thereat strapping figure in a drover's s the British drums from the side path across the way-- to his arm, a little withered man, wrinkled,his bull-whip to accent the rhytho down," said a soft voice beside me; "pray do not ainst the sunset--and I hear that silhouettes are so fashionable in New York fopdom"

I bowed; she held out her hand--just a trifle, as she passed esture of a coquette or of perfect innocence--and I touched it lightly with finger-tip and lip

"Until supper," she said--"and, Mr Renault, do you suppose we shall have bread for supper?"

"Why not?" I asked, all unsuspicious