Nahum said nothing, but he knew that Colonel Warner would not have arrived in time if he had not set that shoe.  And it was really Nahum Prince and Colonel Seth Warner who won the victory of Bennington.

THE LITTLE COOK’S REWARD

Betty lived a long, long time ago on a farm in North Carolina.  She knew how to clean up the house, to wash the dishes, to sew, and to cook.  She knew how to knit, and to spin and weave, too.

One day Betty’s father said, “Let us go to town to-morrow.  President Washington is passing through the South, and a man told me to-day that he will be in Salisbury to-morrow.”

“Yes,” said Betty’s brother Robert, “and our company has been asked to march in the parade.  One of the boys is going to make a speech of welcome.”

“I should like to go,” said their mother, “but I can’t leave home.”

“Oh, yes, you can, mother,” said Betty.  “I have stayed here by myself many times, and I can stay to-morrow.  You go with father, and I will take care of things.”

The next morning every one on the place was up before the sun.  Robert was so impatient to start to town that he could scarcely eat any breakfast.  Mother was so excited that she forgot to put coffee in the coffee pot.

At last every one had left, and Betty was alone.  “I wish I could see the President,” she said, “and I do wish I could see his great coach.  Father says that it is finer than the Governor’s.  Four men ride in front of it, and four behind it.  The servants are dressed in white and gold.  How I wish I could see it all!”

While Betty was talking to herself, she was not idle.  She washed the dishes and she cleaned the house.  Then, as it was not time to get dinner, she sat down on the shady porch.

“I wonder whether General Washington looks like his picture,” she said.  “Oh, if I could only see him!”

But what sound was that?  Betty stood up, and shading her eyes with her hands, looked down the road.  Four horsemen came along at a gallop.  Then there followed a great white coach, trimmed with gold and drawn by four white horses.  There were four horsemen behind the coach, and last of all came several black servants.

[Illustration:  Betty looking up at the great coach]

All stopped at the gate.  A tall handsome man stepped from the coach and came up the walk.  Betty felt as if she could neither move nor speak.  She remembered, however, all that her mother had taught her, and she made a low curtsy as the gentleman reached the steps.

“Good morning, my little maid,” he said.  “I know it is late, but would you give an old man some breakfast?”

Betty’s cheeks grew as pink as the rose by the porch.  She made another curtsy and said, “Indeed, I will.  I am the only one at home, for father, mother, and Robert have gone to Salisbury to see the great Washington.  But I am sure I can give you some breakfast.  Father says that I am a good cook.”