Chapter 37: Wee White Mouse Wins a Point

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌⁠But the reverie and wagging of tongue is over and ceases, to give place to society's mask, for the picturesque lodge with its gabled roof and climbing vines is in sight, and in the twinkling of an eye the great gates are reached, which are wide open, for 'tis the entrance to Liberty Hall under the present regime. Leaning against the door post is a tall military looking figure, smoking vigorously,