I don't care what she's done, but I don't like to see the Old Dominion, the Mother of Presidents, stamped flat." "I'm not cold-blooded at all, but I don't gush.

I don't forget that this state produced George Washington, but I want victory for our side just the same, no matter how much of Virginia we may have to tread down.
Is that farm house over there still empty ?" "Of course, or we wouldn't have taken the apples.

It belongs to a man named Haynes, and he left ahead of us with his family for Richmond.
I fancy it will be a long time before Haynes and his people sleep in their own rooms again.

Come, fellows, we'd better be going back.
Colonel Winchester is kind to us, but he doesn't want his officers to be prowling about as they please too long." They walked together toward the edge of the orchard and looked at the farm house, from the chimneys of which no smoke had risen in weeks.
Dick felt sure it would be used later on as headquarters by some general and his staff, but for the present it was left alone.

And being within the Union lines no plunderer had dared to touch it.
It was a two-story wooden house, painted white, with green shutters, all closed now.