She drew herself up proudly, forgetting the poor, tattered dress, and her clear eyes rested fearlessly on two others that read through them down into the pure whiteness of her soul.
"_Think!_" said the quiet voice again, while the perspiration started out on the forehead of more than one listener.

"And remember what your father said just now.

When was it ?" Again the fearless eyes of the child, the Littlest Rebel of them all, rose to the gaze of the man whose iron heel was crushing them into the ground and she made her answer--as crystal clear and truthful as if she stood before the Throne on the last great day.
"When--when Daddy came through the woods an'-- an' put my mamma in the ground." There was a silence.

No one moved.

Outside in the trees and bushes the song the summer insects were singing suddenly burst upon, their ears and the myriad noises of the camp, hitherto unnoticed, became a veritable clamor, so complete was the stillness in the room.