Won't you ?" There was a pause for a moment as the child looked over at Morrison, revolving the thought in her mind.
The Union officer had passed into a sudden reverie, the hand holding his coffee cup hanging listlessly over his knee.

He was thinking of another little girl, and one as dear to him as this man's child was to her father.

He was wondering if the fortunes of war would ever let him see her face again or hear her voice--or feel her chubby arms around his neck.

She was very, very far away--well cared for, it was true, but he knew only too well that it would need but one malignant leaden missile to make her future life as full of hardships as those which the little tot beside him was passing through to-day.

So much, at least, for the ordinary chances of war--he was beginning to wonder how much had been added to these perils by the matter of the pass and whether his superiors would see the situation as it had appeared to his eyes.
Into this sad reverie Virgie's soft voice entered with a gentleness which roused but did not startle him.