"Virgie!" She started at the sound and looked about her, wondering; then, as the name was called again, she slid from her chair and ran forward with a joyous cry: "Why, Daddy! Is it you?
Is--" She stopped, for the man had placed a finger on his lip and was pointing to the door.
"Take a look down the road," he ordered, in a guarded voice; and, when she had reached a point commanding the danger zone, he asked, "See anybody ?--soldiers ?" She shook her head.

"Hear anything ?" She stood for a moment listening, then ran to him, and sprang into his waiting arms.
"It's all right, Daddy! It's all right now!" He raised her, strained her to his breast, his cheek against her own.
"My little girl!" he murmured between his kisses.

"My little rebel!" And as she snuggled in his arms, her berry-stained fingers clasped tightly about his neck, he asked her wistfully, "Did you miss me ?--_awful_ much ?" "Yes," she nodded, looking into his eyes.

"Yes--in the night time--when the wind was talkin'; but, after while, when--Why, Daddy!" He had staggered as he set her down, sinking into a chair and closing his eyes as he leaned on the table's edge.

"You are hurt!" she cried.