"I jest came in with dad this mornin', bringin' a wagon load of fresh vegetables." "You look as foolish as you talk," said the man scornfully.

"This is the Fourth of July, and the special session of Congress called by President Lincoln is to meet this morning and decide how to give the rebels the thrashing they need." "I did hear somethin' about that," replied Harry, "but workin' in the field I furgot all about it.

I 'low I'll stroll that way." He drifted on with the crowd toward the Capitol, which rose nobler and more imposing than ever, a great marble building, gleaming white in the sunshine.

Harry's heart throbbed.

He could not yet dissociate himself from the idea that he, as one of the nation, was a part owner of the Capitol.