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AMY OF MARYLAND
SHE insisted that we tell her of our city of Philadelphia,
how we lived and what we did, and while trying to
picture the town we had helped build in Penn's country,
I forgot all else, thus being able to conduct myself like
a fairly decent lad, instead of playing the lout, as when
we first met her.
Never before had I felt displeased with anything
Jethro did; but on this day it would have been more to
my liking had he been back in Philadelphia, for it was
in my mind that he held far too much conversation
with Amy, leaving me on the outside.
However, I believed it my duty to tell her that we two
lads were not of the same cloth as he who had brought us
hither, and explained that we held no place in William
Penn's household, save during this visit to Maryland.
Jethro would have checked me with a glance when
I went on to tell of our making nails, of trapping
turkeys, or of learning to spin in Enoch Flower's school;
but I was minded she should take us for what we really
were, instead of judging by the fine clothes we wore only
during the time we were of William Penn's following.
 It was while we were talking of our city in
Pennsylvania that Jethro spoke to me as Stephen of
Philadelphia, whereupon the girl broke
into a hearty laugh,
declaring we must
be cousins, at least,
since his lordship
had insisted that
she be known as
Amy of Maryland.
When I pressed
her to know why
the name had been
given her, she flushed
rosy red, refusing to make reply, whereupon I
plucked up courage enough to say I believed it was
because she was the daintiest and the sweetest to
be found in the colony. Then her face grew even a
deeper red, and, as if to turn the subject, she
proposed that we walk about the city.