Tom Anderson, Dare-Devil: A Young Virginian in the Revolution — page 94: what you’re looking at

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78 Tom ANDERSON, DareE-DEVIL wine, two of Burgundy, and a great white cake. What a cake, to be sure! Mimi had spent quite two days emboss- ing it. So here, wrought in frosting, were the larches, tow- ers, fountain, that had appeared in the picture of “the home in Sussex.”’ “What!— What! By Jove,” exclaimed the English- man, “Leslie Park!” Dare was clapping her hands over their success. ‘“The Colonel” bent down and lifted to his lips Mimi’s patient little fingers, roughened with much darning. And then he thanked her in her own beautiful tongue. Tom, in bril- liant spirits, appointed himself toastmaster. They stood around the splendid-looking young fellow, with smiling eyes. He wastheirs! His lite was the reward of their daring, services, sleepless nights, humble prayers. My faith! Was n’t that a birthday party for you? The exquisite little Frenchwoman, the gentle Swede, the big-hearted Irish- man, the Virginia boy, doughty Dilsey, and a little girl with the blood of knights burning in her red cheek. ‘““Ma’m’selle de l’Isle first; n’est-ce pas?”’ So she responded, blushing: “To his health. He yields to nobody!” ‘Look out for the Vigilance Committee after that,” said Tom, applauding. “Mr. Patrick Carr.” Pat stood squarely on his peg-leg and held up his glass with a twinkle in his eye: “ The Colonel! God bless him! Here’s hopin’ no divilish cat will iver rob him av his — canary!”’ Great applause. Tom filled a wine-glass, ‘‘ Now, Lady Pantoufle.”’ The wine-glass shook in her hand, but her voice was clear: “To the Colonel’s good health: — ‘**'Titles of honor add not to his worth Who is himself an honor to his title!’”’ “Good!” cried Tom; “and now I’Il drink Upsee-Eng- lish, as old Beaumont and Fletcher have it. Colonel, | drink to your health and happiness. Eomilcbooks (E(0) m