“The principal fortification of Fort Mifflin was in front, that being the side from which vessels coming up the river must be repelled; but on the side toward Province Island it was defended by only a wet ditch.  There was a block house at each of its angles, but they were not strong, and when the Americans saw the British take possession of Province Island and begin building batteries there, they felt that unless assistance should be sent to dislodge the enemy, the fort would soon be demolished or fall into his possession.”

“But couldn’t Washington help them, and didn’t he try to?” asked Grace.

“Washington was most desirous to do so and made every effort in his power,” replied her father; “and if Gates had done his duty the fort might probably have been saved.  Burgoyne’s army had been defeated and captured some time before this, and there was then no other formidable enemy in that quarter; but Gates was jealous of Washington and, rather than have him successful, preferred to sacrifice the cause which he had engaged to defend.

“He had ample stores and a formidable force, and had he come promptly to the rescue might have rendered such assistance as to enable Washington to drive the British from Philadelphia and save the forts upon the Delaware.

“But, actuated by the meanest jealousy, he delayed, and would not even return Morgan’s corps, which Washington had been but ill able to spare to him.

“Hamilton, sent by Washington to hasten Gates’s movements in the matter, grew very indignant at the slow and reluctant compliance of Gates, and by plainly expressing his opinion induced him to send a stronger reinforcement than he had intended.

“Putnam also made trouble by detaining some of the troops forwarded by Gates to assist him in carrying out a plan of his own for attacking New York.

“Governor Clinton then advised Hamilton to issue a peremptory order to Putnam to set those troops in motion for Whitemarsh where Washington was encamped.  Hamilton did so, and the troops were sent.”

“Dear, dear!” sighed Lulu, “what a time poor Washington did have with Congress being so slow, and officers under him so perverse, wanting their own way instead of doing their best to help him to carry out his good and wise plans.”

“Yes,” her father said, with a slight twinkle of fun in his eye, “but doesn’t my eldest daughter feel something like sympathy with them in their wish to carry out their own plans without much regard for those of other people?”

“I—­I suppose perhaps I ought to, papa,” she replied, blushing and hanging her head rather shamefacedly; “and yet,” she added, lifting it again and smiling up into his eyes, “I do think if you had been the commander over me I’d have tried to follow your directions, believing you knew better than I.”

She moved nearer to his side and leaned up lovingly against him as she spoke.

“Yes, dear child, I feel quite sure of it,” he returned, laying his hand tenderly on her head, then smoothing her hair caressingly as he spoke.