Clark, Lois, and Jimmy watched from the docks, along with a lot of other people, as the men went onto the ships. Lois smiled at Clark. "You look worried. I wouldn't. I can't imagine anybody's going to get hurt. They're just making a statement about the tea."

"I know. If I thought someone was going to get hurt, I'd—" he trailed off.

"You would what, Mr. Kent?"

"I'd get help," he finished.

She laughed. "There are more patriots in Boston than loyalists these days. You'd have a hard time rallying enough people in time to do anything."

Jimmy was busy drawing a picture of the men calmly destroying the crates with hatchets, so that the tea would escape, and then dumping it into the ocean. They were at it for about 3 hours, but they did nothing to hurt the actual ships. In fact, they even cleaned up when they were finished.

"I guess it's time to go," Lois said, when the men started coming off the ships. The people that had stuck it out the whole 3 hours were cheering for the men. "We'll get started on the paper tomorrow. Perry's going to be sorry he missed this, cold or no cold. You still look worried, Mr. Kent. Relax, it's over."

"It's just beginning, Miss Lane. You were right. I think war may be inevitable."

"I'll get right home and start carving the picture," Jimmy said.

"Get some sleep first," Lois told him. "I plan to after my father inquires about my whereabouts. I guess I'll tell him Mrs. White wanted me to work on a dress she had to finish before an upcoming party. If either of you see her before I do, tell her that. She's good about covering, but just to be safe."

"Would you like me to take you home?" Clark asked her.

Lois snorted, "I've been out way into the night and you think I want a man to walk me home? I live with my father. He'd kill you before you reached the step and by the time I was allowed to step foot out of the house again, the war would be over. No, Mr. Kent, I think not."

Lois, Clark, Jimmy, Perry, and Alice were sitting around a table at the White Horse toasting each other with coffee in their cups. They were celebrating getting the paper out so early.

"To the colonies," Perry said jovially.

"To the Boston…" Lois searched for the right words and brought laughter with "Tea Party. May it live in the pages of history and the mind of King George forever."

Clark took a small, quick sip of the coffee and set it back down.

"You don't like coffee?" Lois asked him.

"Not particularly," he answered.

"I've really developed a taste for it. England can keep its tea, taxes or no taxes. I'd rather have the coffee. So what have you been drinking lately?" she asked. "Illegally imported Dutch tea or have you actually been buying tea from the East India Company? I bet you were out there yesterday morning collecting the floating tea instead of beating it down."

There were chuckles at her good-natured teasing. "Actually I usually drink water."

She got serious. "That doesn't sound good for your health. You better find something better to drink."

"Why? Would you miss me if I got ill and couldn't come to work?"

"You would like that, wouldn't you, Mr. Kent? It doesn't concern me what you drink," she retorted. She finished off her coffee. "I think I'm going to call it a night."

"I think I will too," Clark said. "It has been a long day."

They said their goodbyes to the people at the table.

When they got out in the night air, Lois smiled warmly at Clark and punched him on the shoulder. He looked at her surprised by the action and pleased too.

"You did okay with your first Weekly Gazette story," she told him, "and you're like nobody I've ever seen with the press. I can't believe it only took us 2 days to get the story out. If we keep you around, we'll be the first daily newspaper in the world before we're through."

He laughed. "Thank you, Miss Lane. I'm charmed you think so highly of my skills. That would be something. A daily newspaper."

"It sure would, but I don't suppose it'd be practical, not very many could afford it. I'll see you Monday," and she started to go.

"Wait, do you attend church?"

"It's Boston; it's the law," she replied with a tone that implied she wasn't pleased by this fact.

"I'm not sure which church I should go to. Do you have any suggestions?"

She gave him a small frown that said she knew what he was trying to do and he was wasting his time, but she answered anyway, "We go to Old South."

TBC