I am somewhat fatigued just now," added the lieutenant, as he seated himself on a sofa in the hall.

"He will answer your questions now, and tell you that I am not killed." "But come into the sitting-room, my son, for we can make you more comfortable there," said his mother, taking him by the right arm, and assisting him to rise.
"I don't need any help, mamma," added Christy playfully, as he rose from the sofa.

"I have not been butchered, and I haven't anything but a little bullet-hole through the fleshy part of my left arm.

Don't make a baby of me; for a commander in the Confederate navy told me that God made some fully-developed men before they were twenty-one, and that I was one of them.

Don't make me fall from my high estate to that of an overgrown infant, mother." "I will not do anything of the kind, my son," replied Mrs.Passford, as she arranged the cushions on the sofa for him.