My own name is Morrison--Lieutenant-Colonel Morrison--at your service." He turned to the little mother with a smile that showed a row of white and even teeth.

"And now," he said, "since we are all informally introduced, suppose we have a quiet, comfortable chat." He paused, but she made no answer.

"Well?
Aren't you going to ask me to have some breakfast ?" Virgie cast a troubled gaze into the plate before her.
"Er--no, sir." "What?
Why not ?" She faltered, and answered slowly: "'Cause--'cause you're one of the damn Yankees." "Oh! oh! oh!" exclaimed the soldier, shocked to hear a baby's lips profaned.

"Little girls shouldn't use such words.

Why, Virgie!" She raised her eyes, clear, fearless, filled with vindicating innocence.
"Well, it's your _name_, isn't it?
_Everybody_ calls you that." "Um--yes," he admitted, striving to check the twitching of his lips; "I suppose they do--south of Washington.