Good evening, Cousin Eliza!" said a gentle voice beyond Harry.
The woman started and then stepped out of the door.

Dalton rode forward a little where the full moonlight fell upon him.
"You remember that summer six years ago when you spanked me for stealing the big yellow apples in the orchard." "George! Little George Dalton!" she cried, and as Dalton got off his horse she enclosed him in a powerful embrace, although he was little no longer.
"And have you come from Stonewall Jackson ?" she asked breathless with eagerness.
"Straight from him.

I'm on his staff and so is my friend here.

This is Harry Kenton of Kentucky, Mrs.Pomeroy, and he's been through all the battles with us.

We were watching from the woods and we saw those Yankees at your door.