Those were zouaves--her own, or perhaps the 5th, or the 9th from Roanoke, or perhaps the 14th Brooklyn--she could not know, but she never took her eyes from the distant blocks and oblongs of red against the green until the woods engulfed them.
Ailsa still lay heavily asleep.

Celia opened the door and called her to the window.
"Honey-bud, darling," she whispered tearfully, "did you know the Lancers are leaving ?" Ailsa's eyes flew wide open: "Not _his_ regiment!" "Are there two ?" "Yes," said Ailsa, frightened.

"That must be the 6th Pennsylvania.

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