That was enough for the old Colonel, though.

He hates Yankees like poison.

He stormed and swore, and forbade Elizabeth ever coming in his sight again.

He had her room locked up, and not a soul on the place ever dares mention her name in his hearing." The Little Colonel sat down demurely on the piazza steps to wait for the children.

The nurse had not finished dressing them for the evening.
She amused herself by showing Fritz the pictures in an illustrated weekly.