"And do you know the uniform of a Union officer--when you see it ?" Virgie's small mouth dropped open at the absurdity of the question and she almost laughed.
"A Yankee ?" she queried with scorn.

"Well, I reckon I _ought_ to--by _this_ time." "Very good," the brown bearded man nodded, and gently blew smoke at the ceiling.

"Now, tell me.

When you lived at home--and afterwards in your cabin--did your father come to see you often ?" Virgie's sunny head nodded in emphatic asseveration.

"Yes, sir.