Over the little village of Solebury, shining down on eastern Pennsylvania's rolling fields and wooded hills, the moon was clear in a still, star-frosted sky. In nearby Washington's Crossing and New Hope on the Delaware River the sirens and automobile horns had stopped their clamor. The old fire engine which had clanged happily around the green-banked dirt roads was back in its barn.
In little Trinity Chapel (Episcopal) on the Old York Road candles burned in the windows and on the altar. As people fresh from their radios and the great news of the Japanese surrender began to gather, the organ swelled...
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