CHAPTER V.
WHEN I AM MARY ANDERSONVILLE.
Well, here I am.

I've been here two days now, and I guess I'd better write down what's happened so far, before I forget it.
First, about my leaving Boston.

Poor, dear Mother did take on dreadfully, and I thought she just wouldn't let me go.

She went with me to the junction where I had to change, and put me on the parlor car for Andersonville, and asked the conductor to look out for me.

(As if I needed that--a young lady like me! I'm fourteen now.