It is no wonder that those of us left alive went away, anywhere, as far as we could, that we gave up our country--that we came even here!" She waved a hand at the brown monotony visible through the window.
"You blame me as though it were personal!" broke in Franklin; but she ignored him.
"We, our family," she went on, "had lived there for a dozen generations.

You say the world is small.

It is indeed too small for a family again to take root which has been torn up as ours has been.

My father, my mother, my two brothers, nearly every relative I had, killed in the war or by the war--our home destroyed--our property taken by first one army and then the other--you should not wonder if I am bitter! It was the field of Louisburg which cost me everything.

I lost all--all--on that day which you wish me to remember.