"Are you not frightened ?" "Frightened!" and she paused in her hair-dressing to bend slightly forward so as to look into my shadowed face.

"Why, of course not; why should I be ?" "But I am a stranger to you--a Yank.

You are on the other side, are you not ?" "Oh, of course," her lips revealing again the white teeth.

"But I don't think all Yankees are demons.

I don't believe you are.