Not until she reached out and laid her hand on the great St.Bernard stretched out beside her cot, did she settle herself comfortably to sleep.

With the touch of his soft curls against her fingers, she was no longer afraid.
When the officers came into the camp next day, they found the children in the midst of their new game.

It was some time before their attention was attracted to it, for the Colonel was one of the men who had followed General Walton on his long, hard Indian campaign, and there were many questions to be asked and answered, about mutual friends in the army.
Hero was not making a serious business of the game, but was entering into it as if it were a big frolic.

He could not make believe as the boys could, who played at soldiering.

But the old words of command, uttered, in the Little Colonel's high, excited voice, sent him bounding in the direction she pointed, and the prostrate forms he found scattered about the sham battle field, seemed to quicken his memory.