She nursed me there, and I have followed her career with grateful interest ever since, noting with admiration all that she has done for her country and humanity the world over.
"If America ever writes a woman's name in her temple of fame, dear child (I say it with uncovered head), that one should be the name of _Clara Barton_." The old soldier lifted his hat as he spoke, and replaced it so solemnly that Lloyd felt very uncomfortable, as if she were in some way to blame for not knowing and admiring this Red Cross nurse of whom she had never heard.

Her face flushed, and much embarrassed, she drew the toe of her slipper along Hero's back, answering, in an abused tone: "But, Majah, how could I be expected to know anything about her?
There is nothing in ou' school-books, and nobody told me, and Papa Jack won't let me read the newspapahs, they're so full of horrible murdahs and things.

So how could I evah find out?
I couldn't learn _everything_ in twelve yeahs, and that's all the longah I've lived." The Major laughed.

"Forgive me, little one!" he cried, seeing the distress and embarrassment in her face.

"A thousand pardons! The fault is not yours, but your country's, that it has not taught its children to honour its benefactor as she deserves.