he lingered, and lingered, hoping they would ask him again.
But the family were Quakers, and they understood yea to mean yea, and nay to mean nay. They would have considered it a mere worldly compliment to repeat the invitation; so they were silent.
Isaac started for home, much repenting of his bashfulness, and went nearly half of the way revolving the subject in his mind.
He then walked back to the house, marched boldly into the supper-room, and said, ‘I told a lie when I was here.
I did want a piece of pie; but I thought to be sure you would ask me again.’
This explicit avowal made them all smile, and he was served with as much pie as he wished to eat.
The steadfastness of his whig principles led him to take a lively interest in anecdotes concerning revolutionary heroes.
His mother had a brother in Philadelphia
, who lived in a house formerly occupied by William Penn
, at the corner of Second Street and Norris Alley.
This uncle frequently cut and made garments for General Washington
, Benjamin Franklin
, and other distinguished men. Nothing pleased Isaac better than a visit to this city relative; and when there, his boyish mind was much occupied with watching for the famous men, of whom he had heard so much talk.
Once, when General Washington
came there to order some garments, he followed him a long distance from the shop.