Letty had fallen asleep; her dark lashes rested quietly on her cheeks, but the car jolted her head cruelly, and Ailsa gently drew it to her own shoulder and put one arm around her.
A major of heavy artillery turned toward her from his seat and said: "Are you a volunteer nurse, ma'am ?" "Yes," motioned Ailsa with her lips, glancing cautiously at Letty.
"Can I do anything for you at Wilmington ?" She thanked him, smiling.

He was disposed to be very friendly.
"You ladies arc the right stuff," he said.

"I've seen you aboard those abominable transports, behaving like angels to the poor sea-sick devils.

I saw you after Big Bethel, scraping the blood and filth off of the wounded zouaves; I saw you in Washington after Bull Run, doing acts of mercy that, by God, madam! would have turned my stomach.

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