At least, not yet," he grinned.
"There ye are, little girl," he went on, pushing the knapsack over towards Virgie with the muzzle of his carbine.

"Jist help yerself--an' give yer dad some, too." With a little cry of delight Virgie swooped down on the knapsack and explored its interior with eager hands.
"I'm much obliged, Mr.Yankee.We cert'ny do need it--bad." She tossed the tangled hair back from her eyes and looked thankfully up at this curious person who had so much food that he could really give part of it away.

"Please, Mr.Yankee--won't you tell me your name ?" "Harry O'Connell, at your service, miss." "Thank you," she bowed.

"I'm very glad to meet you." Then her searching hands found something wonderful in the knapsack and she sprang up and ran with her prizes to her father.
"Look, Daddy--_two biscuits!_ Take one.

It's--it's _real_!" Cary's eyes grew moist.
"Thank you, darling.