Daddy, you won't! You won't!" She burst into a passionate flood of tears.
Cary lifted his hand to the General in a plea for a moment's respite from force.
"General--please.

She'll go." He turned to the sobbing child and shook her gently.

"Virgie! Virgie! Listen, honey! _Remember General Lee!_" The bowed head rose from her father's shoulder; the little shoulders stiffened, and eye to eye she looked into the face of Cary as his pleading voice went on: "_He_ wouldn't want you to cry like this.

He said--'She's a brave little soldier to stay there all alone.

Dixie and I are _proud_ of her.'" The Littlest Rebel's chin went up, and she bravely choked back her sobs.
If this was what her General wanted, this her General would have, though childhood's sobs are hard to check when a little heart is aching for the pain of those she loves.
"Go now, darling," her father pleaded.