Anne was so
cheered that she came in, sat down at the study-table, and took up her
history with whole-hearted interest.
Amelia, on the other side of the table, looked up and frowned. "That's
an awful hard hist'ry lesson," she said.
Anne was disinclined to speak to Amelia--Amelia had been so
hateful!--but finally she said rather curtly: "I don't think it's hard."
Amelia twirled a box that she held in her hand. "I do. I can't remember
those old Mexican names, or who went where and which whipped when."
That made Anne laugh. "Of course you can," she said. "Just play you're
there, marching 'long with the 'Merican soldiers. There's General
Taylor, sitting stiff and straight on a white horse. Up rides a little
Mexican on a pony. 'Look at our gre't big army and see how few men
you've got,' he says. 'S'render, General Taylor, s'render, before we
beat you into a cocked hat.' General Taylor looks at him--no, he
doesn't, he looks 'way 'cross the hills,--mountains, I mean--and says,
'General Taylor never s'renders.' And the Mexican whips his pony and
gallops away. Then General Taylor he draws up his little army of five
thousand br-rave Americans right here--" Anne put her finger on an
ink-spot.
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