142 WINTER SKETCHES, 



night. Many thanks." " Good night, call 

 again," and I was out in the street wading 

 through the snow to the Wooster House, 

 where I turned into a comfortable bed and 

 dreamed of British invaders mingled with 

 American patriots, and while there was a blaze 

 of fire all around, we were sitting in Mrs. Tay- 

 lor's kitchen watching her as she baked hot 

 rolls for us, the British Generals Agnew and 

 Erskine, with Wooster and Arnold, drinking 

 healths to each and the other in Jamaica rum. 



