“No, indeed!” she replied, laughing softly, and patting his rosy cheek with her still pretty white hand.  “It was not the England of to-day, you must remember, my son, nor indeed the England of that day, but her half crazy king and his ministers, who thought to raise money for him by unjust taxation of the people of this land.  ’Taxation without representation is tyranny.’  So they felt and said, and as such resisted it.”

“And I’m proud of them for doing so!” he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling.  “Now, what other revolutionary places are to be seen in Philadelphia, mamma?”

“There is Christ Church, where Washington, Franklin, members of Congress, and officers of the Continental army used to worship, with its graveyard where Franklin and his wife Deborah lie buried.  Major-General Lee too was laid there; also General Mercer, killed at the battle of Princeton, but his body was afterward removed to Laurel Hill Cemetery.”

“We will visit Christ Church, I hope,” said Rosie.  “Carpenter’s Hall too, where the first Continental Congress met, and Loxley House, where Lydia Darrah lived in Revolutionary times.  You saw that, I suppose, mamma?”

“Yes,” replied her mother, “but I do not know whether it is, or is not, still standing.”

“That’s a nice story about Lydia Darrah,” remarked Walter, with satisfaction.  “I think she showed herself a grand woman; don’t you, mamma?”

“I do, indeed,” replied his mother.  “She was a true patriot.”

“There were many grand men and women in our country in those times,” remarked Evelyn Leland.  “The members of that first Congress that met in Carpenter’s Hall on Monday, the 5th of September, 1774, were such.  Do you not think so, Grandma Elsie?”

“Yes, I quite agree with you,” replied Mrs. Travilla; “and it was John Adams—­himself by no means one of the least—­who said, ’There is in the Congress a collection of the greatest men upon the continent in point of abilities, virtues, and fortunes.’”

“Washington was one of them, wasn’t he, Grandma Elsie?” asked Lulu.

“Yes, one of the members from Virginia.  The others from that State were Richard Henry Lee, Peyton Randolph, Richard Bland, Benjamin Harrison, Edmund Pendleton, and Patrick Henry.  Peyton Randolph was chosen president, and Charles Thomson, of Pennsylvania, secretary.”

“And then, I suppose, they set to work on their preparations for fighting their oppressor, George the Third,” remarked Lulu, half inquiringly.

“Lossing tells us,” replied Mrs. Travilla, “that the delegates from the different colonies then presented their credentials, and after that there was silence, while deep anxiety was depicted on every countenance.  It seemed difficult to know how to begin upon the work for which they had been called together.  But at length a grave-looking member, in a plain suit of gray, and wearing an unpowdered wig, arose.  So plain was his appearance that