Dixie and I are proud of her!'" "Oh, Daddy, did he?
Did he ?" "Yes, dear, yes," the soldier nodded; "his very words.

And look!" From his boot leg he took a folded paper and spread it on his knee.

"He wrote you a pass--to Richmond.

Can you read it ?" Virgie leaned against her father's shoulder, studying the paper long and earnestly; then, presently looked up, with a note of grave but courteous hesitation in her tone: "Well--he--well, the Gen'ral writes a awful bad hand, Daddy." Her father laughed in genuine delight, vowing in his heart to tell his general and friend of this crushing criticism, if ever the fates of war permitted them to meet again.
"Dead right!" he agreed, with hearty promptness.

"But come, I'll read it for you.