While we were riding up from the depot I saw six soldiers marching along with a Rebel prisoner.
Father says they found him hanging around the Capitol, and that he was a Rebel spy.

He had on a ragged coat, and a great many black whiskers, and he was swearing terribly.

I didn't feel sorry for him a bit, and I hope they'll hang him, or something; but father says he doesn't know.
"We are at Willard's Hotel.

Father came here for the same reason he went to the Brevoort--so we might see what it was like.

It is very large, and so many stairs! and such long dining-tables, and so many men eating at them.