"You mean--Oh, Herbert! Isn't there a single hope--even the tiniest ray ?" Cary took her hands in his, looked into her eyes and his answer breathed the still unconquered spirit of the South.

"There is always hope--as long as we have a man." Mrs.Cary went into the house, slowly, wearily, and Cary turned to Virgie.
"Well, little lady," her father said, resting his hand on Virgie's shining head.

"Have you been taking good care of mother--and seeing that Uncle Billy does his plowing right ?" "Yes, sir," came the prompt response.

"Susan Jemima an' me have been lookin' after everything--but we had to eat up General Butler!" "General Butler," cried her father, astounded.
"Yes, Daddy--our lastest calf.

We named him that 'cause one day when I was feedin' him with milk he nearly swallowed my silver spoon." "Ha-ha," laughed the amused soldier, and swept her up in his arms.