Robert Ferrars would not have worried for the missing Miss Margaret Dashwood—had it not been for the fact that his older brother grew worried after speaking to Miss Dashwood. Now he was hoping to receive some sort of information from Mrs. Grey about the missing girl.

"Mr. Ferrars, please have a sit. It is always an honor to have a Ferrars in my home. I am quite puzzled as to why your visit has remained unannounced it is quite distance to travel to St Mary's from the Province of New York." Mrs. Grey motioned towards a chair and smiled apolitically towards the married woman.

"Please forgive me for my unplanned visit, I hope you realize the urgency otherwise I would have inquired first. The Dashwood's youngest is still missing my brother requested me to help. He is much closer to the Dashwood's than I am."

Mrs. Grey let out a sigh. "That is certainly unfortunate, tell me how many days have the young girl been missing?"

"When my brother reached out to me she had been missing for a week." He explained as looked around the sitting room."

She twisted her hands in her lap. "Unfortunately, Mr. Ferrars I am as uninformed as you perhaps someone in the tavern or our inn will have the information that you seek."

"That is the best advice yet, let us hope, we will have a happier reason to meet next time. I do hope you will find Miss Margaret, I did not know her personally since she still is a young child. Judging by her older sisters and her mother I do not wish anything has happened to her. I will pray that you will find her."


As the regulars closed, Mr. Pratt precipitately fired, drawing an unsuccessful volley of return fire from the regulars.

"Men listen, I have received words from Mr. Morton's valet that he finally is willing to fight for our cause!" Mr. Jennings announced in a loud voice.

"Mr. Jennings, are you really certain we can trust someone like him?" asked Mr. Pratt.

"I understand your worry and concern, but remember Theodore used to be worker under servitude," inquired Mr. Warren.

"I for one still have my doubt-Theodore was that his name? I thought he was very loyal and proud towards his master." Mr. Adams stated.

"Yes, I even heard a rumor that said Theodore picked up Mr. Morton's bayonet as it fell out of his hand," continued Mr. Hancock.

"What should I tell this man? Don't we need all the men that we could get?," wondered Mr. Jennings.

"I tell you what Mr. Jennings, to ease everyone's worries why don't you try to arrange a meeting with this man suggested Mr. Revere. As the regulars finally closed within range, both sides opened fire. The colonists caused heavy casualties on the regulars, taking advantage of the enclosure to secure and fire off muskets. With this demoralizing bombardment of musket fire, the regulars withdrew in disorder, and the militia held their ground.


"Please stop fidgeting Lucy!" Nancy complained and raised an eyebrow.

"I can't help it, Nancy. Aren't you worried for your future like me?," asked Lucy oblivious.

"Even if I was Lucy, fidgeting will not improve the situation. If you truly are as worried as you claim to be I suggest you try to speak to widow Dashwood." The older sister advised.

Joe is finding the tranquil life at Combe Magna fairly comfortable. He is not required to help the workforce with their fishing. Instead his chores is said to be to help out with the modest subsistence farm that the Willoughby's use for their own livelihood. He is grateful for that, especially since he never had an opportunity to learn to swim.

Yet it puzzled him why the Willoughby son refused to help his parents out with the daily running of the farm and fishing.

Did he not care at all about his reputation or his future inheritance? Joe wondered this but he never spoke up about it, since he was a temporary worker he knew he easily could be let go...

"I can't understand why the mistress hired a free man? She would not have a reason to, especially since this farm is small enough to be managed with the added help of their son," sighed a female worker.

"Do you really thing young master suddenly will be responsible?" asked a younger woman.

The Willoughby son seemed the exact opposite of the Ferrars sons he got to know. The young son seemed to take advantage of his privileged life at Combe Magna. Joe, saw parallels to John Dashwood's son Harry. His mother Fanny, already spoiled him and fussed over his health.


Louis was relieved to learn he was not required to remain at the Jennings corn plantation once the harvest was completed. They had planted the corn a month ago and he realized he probably should try to find some other place to earn some added income once the corn harvest was over in August which was a month away.

He still suffered from nightmares from the time he lived at the Barton Plantation. He knew, that sir John could not claim him back, especially since he reluctantly had arranged the sell of Louis to the colonist family Jennings. Louis was now very grateful and appreciative of his new life.

"Louis it is strange that neither I nor my wife ever heard you complain about your chores!"

"Why would I? Life at your corn farm is much nicer than at the Barton rice plantation."

"Excuse me sir, I am searching for information about a young Philadelphia girl that has run away from home."

"Sorry sir, I havn't serviced anyone from Pennsylvania. I would remember if I had. My late wife was a native of Philadelphia herself and I know the Philadelphia dialect by heart."

Meanwhile Robert Ferrars, had just left the St Mary's Inn and was now on his way to the St Mary's tavern. He was confused as to why young Miss Margaret still had not returned home. It was clear that she was nowhere near Philadelphia, New York or Wethersfield or else they would have no reason to worry. But what could have happened to her?

"Godday mam', I wonder if there is any chance that a young girl by the name of Miss Dashwood, Margaret has been seen around here?" He asked and smiled nervously.


The retreat of much of the colonial armed forces from the peninsula was made possible by the meticulous evacuation of the armies along the barrier boundary, led by Pratt and Jennings which prevented the encirclement of the hill. Their disciplined retreat it was even covered with bravery and military skill, was so effective that most of the wounded were saved; most of the prisoners taken by the British were mortally wounded.

General Putnam attempted to reform the troops on Bunker Hill; however the voyage of the colonial forces was so prompt that weaponry pieces and ensconcing tools had to be abandoned. The colonists suffered most of their fatalities during the withdrawal on Bunker Hill.

By 5 p.m., the colonists had recoiled over the Charlestown Neck to strengthened positions in Cambridge, and the British were left in full control of the peninsula.

"Theodore, I understand you were loyal towards Mr Morton and served him till his death. It would be an honor for us if you considered giving the British army the same loyalty. We need someone to act as a spy that easily blends in with the op2posing side.

"I understand, Major Pitcairn, and it would be an honor for me to be of use to the British Crown-especially now after my planter's death.

"Please Theodore, I'd rather have you think about this for a while before decide. The mission may suit you-should your true alliance be discovered you risk losing your life."

"Again, Major Pitcairn I do understand. If I could be of any use, then I prefer to help whatever the consequences. No need to worry about my loved ones besides Mr. Morton I have nobody else."

"Alright, then, Theodore, you are to report back to me or either General Howe or General Graves. Tell nobody else, I hope you understand."

Howe led the light infantry companies and grenadiers in the attack on the American left line, supposing a laidback struggle against Stark's troops. His minor infantry were fixed along the thin beach which enabled them to turn the far left side of the colonial position. The grenadiers were positioned in the middle. They aligned four deep and several hundred across.

As the days turned in to weeks without any news from Edward or Robert about her youngest. Mrs. Dashwood was beside herself with worry— what could have happened to her daughter? What would cause her to be missing for such a long amount of time? Something or someone was suspected of her disappearance — she could not be missing deliberately it implied that she had gone missing off her own free will. Mrs. Dashwood knew her youngest was headstrong but she would never deliberately cause her sisters or for that matter her mother reason to worry. No, Miss Margaret's disappearance must be considered foul play.


"Fanny,dear I beg you to reconsider—do you not have a conscious or a heart? How can you expect mother to remarry at a time like this? My sister is still missing and now you want us out of Norland? Moving out of state is not only a big endeavor but also rather inconvenient. I dare say I doubt John would have approved of this."

"Dear Elinor, of course I don't expect your mother to remarry instantaneously dear! I am worried for your future, for all the four of you. Your father's death was certainly not expected by me. I see no harm in your mother meeting Mr .MacTavish."

"Forgive me Fanny, if I am not mistaken you give the impression that Mr. MacTavish already has been invited."

"Please ,Elinor, do not cause a scene I took the freedom to extend an invitation to Mr. MacTavish. Knowing all too well that correspondence between Philadelphia and Providence can take its time. Relax Elinor, it is only for a dinner — I invited him to the annual harvest festival. Your mother's cousin John praised him."

"MacTavish would that be the Scottish MacTavish by any chance?"

"The very same. Mr. MacTavish is a widower himself—father of two young ones. He is greatly acclaimed for the British army's victory at Lexington. His age is also agreeable with your mother's."

Marianne missed her father tremendously yet the knowledge of a future invitation to Allenham, not surprisingly eased her pain considerably. She was finally able to stop crying herself to sleep. After all who could be upset at the prospects of visiting the Smith's grand Allenham farm? Perhaps she even would be fortunate enough to receive an invitation from the Smith's heir and son.

Robert Ferrars sighed he was beginning to suspect Miss Margaret either was the victim of foul play or had left Philadelphia on her own accord. He had inquired at St Mary's tavern and the inn with similar result. He seemed to have no choice but continue with his search. He was hoping someone in Delaware or New Hampshire would have the information that he sought. Otherwise he knew he would have to extend his search to Delaware, Virginia and North Carolina maybe even the entire New England region. Wise from his previous visit at the Grey's in St Mary's Robert decided to author a letter to the Pratts in Delaware.

To Mr. Pratt.

My brother Edward asked me to help him in the search for young Miss Margaret on behalf of the Dashwood's in Philadelphia. I was hoping that you would have received some information about Miss Margaret's whereabouts by the time this letter reaches you.

Sincerely Robert Ferrars


"Mr. Xanders, have you heard anything about young Miss Margaret's whereabouts?"

"No, sir I havn't Mr. Pratt."

"Just because you havn't it doesn't mean someone else on my property has not. Be sure to ask the current workforce. I hope you will manage that simple task."

"Amy, I want to ask you something."

"No please Mr. Xanders, I 'aven't done no wrong."

"All Mr. Pratt wants to know is if you happened to hear anything about Miss Margaret Dashwood's disappearance."

"No, Mr. Xanders I 'ave not."

The news of Miss Margaret's sudden disappearance was unsettling for her. If Margaret Dashwood had been missing for three weeks Amy assumed it either was from foul play or a deliberate disappearance. She suspected that foul play was behind it. She hoped nothing had happened to her girls. Although she was preparing for the worst...