"Oh, nothin' much," he murmured.
"I see." And his grandfather laughed again.

"You mean: If the Rebels felt just as sure of winning the war as we did, and kept winning battles why shouldn't we ever have had any doubts that we were going to win?
That's it, isn't it ?" "I guess so, Grandpa." "Well, I think it was mostly because we were certain that we were right." "I see," said Ramsey.

"The Rebels knew they were on the side of the Devil." But at this, the grandfather's laugh was louder than it had been before, and Ramsey looked hurt.

"Well, you can laugh if you want to!" he objected in an aggrieved voice.

"Anyway, the Sunday-school sup'intendent told us when people knew they were on the Devil's side they always--" "I dare say, I dare say," the old man interrupted, a little impatiently.
"But in this world mighty few people think they're on the Devil's side, Ramsey.