"Well, dash my buttons if I didn't forget to order a cow." "Oh, _I_ know what to do," cried the child.

Dropping her supplies and utensils she ran to the wall and climbed up.
"Hey, there, _you_" commanded the small general with an imperious gesture to the assembled troopers.

"One of you men ride right over to camp and bring us back some milk--an' butter." At this abrupt demand of so small a rebel on the commissary of the United States a roar of laughter went up from the troopers, though some of them had the grace to salute and so relieve the child of embarrassment.
"Virgie! Virgie!" called her father, scandalized.
"It's all right, Cary," Morrison laughed.

"She's only starting in at giving orders a little earlier than most women.
"Never you mind, Miss Brigadier," he comforted.

"We'll have all those luxuries next time, or when I come to see you in Richmond after the war is over.