Don't fire if you can help it--on account of the baby.

Now then! Steady, boys! Advance!" He led the way, six troopers following, while the rest remained behind to guard the cabin's open door.

Virgie slowly turned her head, with eyes that watched the officer's every move; then presently she called: "Hey, there! That's _my_ room--an' don't you-all bother any of my things, either!" This one command, at least, was implicitly obeyed, for in a moment the disappointed squad returned.

The carbine butts were grounded; the troopers stood at orderly attention, while their officer stepped toward the table.
"What's your name, little monkey ?" Virgie raised her eyes in swift reproach.
"I don't like to be called a monkey.

It--it isn't respectful." The Union soldier laughed.
"O-ho! I see." He touched his hat and made her a sweeping bow.