When we reach Jonesboro this morning you will go back to your army, and I shall meet friends.

There is scarcely one chance in a thousand we shall ever see each other again.

We are the merest strangers--enemies, indeed, for I am a Rebel clear through.

We don't even know each others' names." "Do you care to know mine ?" She hesitated, and I thought her eyes dropped.
"I--I hardly know," doubtfully.

"Yet you have been very kind, and, perhaps, sometime I might serve you.