Ch:8 The Family RevereChapter Eight
Paul Revere had seven children to be exact. The oldest was Deborah, a headstrong sixteen year-old, and the youngest was three month old Joshua. In between was Paul Jr., my age, and then Sarah, Frances, Mary, and Elizabeth. The dinner table was set for fifteen, how they did it I'll never know. All through dinner Mr. Revere sat stoically at one end of the mess table- sorry- dining table, must get used to this refinery after the month at sea, and never once spoke to us at the other end.
We were served soup first, then roasted chicken, along with biscuits dipped in gravy. Which seemed to be a traditional food for the family. Even though the biscuits were warm and soft, I noticed Chris and Matty tapping them against the plate, something the sailors had taught us to get rid of weevils in the hard bread. I elbowed Matty and ripped mine open, showing there was nothing inside. After dinner the woman who had served us began to pick up the dishes and set them on a tray,