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And I--I didn't think you liked that word." "What word, Honey-bell ?" very demurely.
"Rebel!" "Why, I reckon George Washington wore that title without reproach.
It's a ve'y good title--rebel," she added serenely.

"I admire it enough to wear it myse'f." Quarters were found for Mrs.Craig.

Letty shyly offered to move, but Celia wouldn't have it.
"My dear child," she said, "I'm just a useless encumbrance 'round the house; give me a corner where I may sit and look on and--he'p everybody by not inte'fering." Her corner was an adjoining section of the garret, boarded up, wall-papered, and furnished for those who visited the Farm Hospital on tour of inspection or to see some sick friend or relative, or escort some haggard convalescent to the Northern home.
Celia had brought a whole trunkful of fresh gingham clothes and aprons, and Ailsa could not discover exactly why, until, on the day following her arrival, she found Celia sitting beside the cot of a wounded Louisiana Tiger, administering lemonade.
"Dearest," whispered Ailsa that night, "it is very sweet of you to care for your own people here.