Again I rode by her side into Waterloo; and again she ran back to me to bid me her sweet good-by after I had given her up.

Often I did not give her up, but brought her to my new home, built my house with her to cheer me; and often I imagined that she was beside me, sheltered from the storm and happy while she could be by my side and in my arms.

Oh, I lived whole lives over and over again with Virginia that lonely winter.

She had been such a dear little creature.

I had been able to do so much for her in getting her away from what she thought a great danger.