A thousand, thousand stars were sparkling overhead.
On the sill she whispered: "When will you come again ?" "Do you want me ?" I said sullenly.
She made no answer for a moment; suddenly she caught my hand and pressed it, crushing it between both of hers; and turning I saw her almost helpless with her laughter.
"Oh, what an infant have I found in this tall gentleman of Morgan's corps!" said she.

"A boy one moment and a man the next--silly and wise in the same breath--headlong, headstrong, tender, and generous, petty and childish, grave and kind--the sacred and wondrous being, in point of fact, known to the world as man! And now he asks, with solemn mien and sadly ruffled and reproachful dignity whether a poor, friendless, homeless, nameless girl desires his company again!" She dropped my hand, caught at her skirt's edge, and made me a mocking reverence.
"Dear sir," she said, "I pray you come again to visit me tomorrow, while I am mending regimental shirts at tuppence each----" "Lois!" I said sadly.

"How can you use me so!" She began to laugh again.
"Oh, Euan, I can not endure it if you're solemn and sorry for yourself----" "That is too much!" I exclaimed, furious, and marched out, boiling, under the high stars.

And every star o' them, I think, was laughing at the sorriest ass who ever fell in love.
Nevertheless, that night I wrote her name in my letter to Mr.Hake; and the ink on it was scarce sanded when an Oneida runner had it and was driving his canoe down the Mohawk River at a speed that promised to win for him the bonus in hard money which I had promised for a swift journey and a swift return.
And far into the July morning I talked with the Sagamore of Amochol and of Catharines-town; and he listened while he sat tirelessly polishing his scalping-knife and hatchet..