So she came to him quickly, taking his hand in both her own, and striving to bring him comfort from the fountain of her little mother-heart.
"Don't you worry, Daddy-man.

We'll--we'll whip 'em yet." "No, dear--no," he sighed, as he dropped into his seat.

"We won't.

It's hard enough on men; but harder still on children such as you." He turned to her gravely, earnestly: "Virgie, I had hoped to get you through to Richmond--to-day.

But I can't.