We make no distinction, however, between Union and Confederate sick; so, dear, you must be very careful not to express any--sentiments." Celia laughed.

"I won't express any sentiments, Honey-bee.

I reckon I'd be drummed out of the Yankee army." Then, graver: "If I'm bitter--I'll keep it to myse'f." "I know, dear.

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