She planned and schemed as women will in such times, and rising early the next morning she visited the stores in the city, and procured the material for a superb riding habit.

A cutter form a fashionable establishment in Cincinnati was found in an Orderly Sergeant in one of the convalescent wards, and enough tailors responded to the call for such artisans, to give him all the help required.

By evening she was provided with a habit that, in material and that sovereign but indescribable quality called "style," was superior to those worn by the young ladies who cantered about the streets of Nashville on clean-limbed thoroughbreds.
As she stood surveying the exquisite "set" of the garment in such mirrors as she could procure, she said to herself quizzically: "I feel now that the expedition is going to be a grand success.

No woman could fail being a heroine in such an inspiration of dress.

There is a moral support and encouragement about a perfectly made garment that is hardly equaled by a clear conscience and righteousness of motive." The next morning she came forth from her room attired for the journey.
A jaunty hat and feather sat gracefully above her face, to which excitement had given a striking animation.