It was the Nation’s Guest himself!
After all I had learned about him and what he had done for my country, I was nearly overwhelmed with awe and excitement. Mixed in with these was a fair amount of embarrassment at meeting such a distinguished gentleman, dressed as I was in boy’s breeches and a bedraggled dress pulled up to my waist, both completely soaked. Still, I had enough presence of mind to clamber to my feet to the side of the brook and curtsy, holding my dripping skirts out as well as I could.
He returned my curtsy with an elegant, courtly bow. “But what are you doing here alone, sitting in a stream of water weeping?” he asked. He leaned forward to look closely at my face, a look of earnest concern on his own. “Is it an affair of the heart?”
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