When Felicity overhears a plot against the colonists, no one believes her but Ben, her father's apprentice. So the two risk great danger to warn the colonists themselves. Soon afterward, Felicity finds a secret note from Ben. He has run away to join George Washington's army, and he is injured. Felicity is worried about him but knows it would be wrong to help a runaway apprentice. Then she is turned away from the door of her best friend, Elizabeth. Will the war for independence come between Felicity and her friends? A Stand for Independence, the second volume of Felicity's classic stories, tells how she finds the strength to follow her heart during the Revolutionary War.
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Valerie Tripp. A Stand for Independence
Springtime Promises. CHAPTER 1
Posie. CHAPTER 2
Grandmother’s Guitar. CHAPTER 3
Drumbeats. CHAPTER 4
The Long, Dark Night. CHAPTER 5
King’s Creek Plantation. CHAPTER 6
Faithful Friends. CHAPTER 7
The Note in the Bird Bottle. CHAPTER 8
Runaway. CHAPTER 9
Penny Saves the Day. CHAPTER 10
A Cardinal and a Bluebird. CHAPTER 11
Friends Divided. CHAPTER 12
Grandfather’s Errand. CHAPTER 13
Into the Valley. CHAPTER 14
Patriot. CHAPTER 15
INSIDE Felicity’s World
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elicity opened the kitchen window as wide as it would go and leaned toward the sunshine. The wind still had a whisper of winter in it. But the sun shone strong with the promise of springtime, and the sky was a clean, clear blue.
It was spring cleaning day at the Merrimans’. Felicity was in the kitchen scrubbing the big silver chocolate pot in a tub of sudsy water. Her sister, Nan, and her brother, William, were helping her. That is, William was supposed to be helping. He was supposed to wash the wooden stirrer that went with the chocolate pot. Instead, William was using the stirrer as if it were a drumstick. He was happily hitting the water to make it splash up out of the tub.
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Felicity laughed softly. But secretly, she was envious of Annabelle. She wished with all her heart she were old enough to learn to play the guitar. But she knew young ladies did not begin music lessons until they were twelve or thirteen years old.
Felicity looked at Annabelle’s guitar out of the corners of her eyes. It was made of shiny wood, shaped like half a pear, with a long, slender neck. Felicity hated to admit it, but Annabelle looked grown-up and elegant when she held the guitar. Felicity longed to strum the guitar and to touch the luscious satin ribbon Annabelle had tied to it.
