After long, weary waiting they came to offer us terms of capitulation.

Lizzie agreed to fill their guns with milk, and give them our watering pots full of water, and I agreed to call Cousin Charley under my window until they emptied the contents of guns and pots on his head.

My room was on the first floor, and Miss Fitzhugh's immediately overhead.

On these terms we accepted our freedom.
Accordingly, I gently raised the window and called Charley confidentially within whispering distance, when down came a shower of water.

As he stepped back to look up and see whence it came, and who made the attack, a stream of milk hit him on the forehead, his heels struck a plank, and he fell backward, to all appearance knocked down with a stream of milk.