“Yes, ma’am. Who is the owner?”
“Mr. Pry—my husband.”
“I have been on the battle-ground,” I observed, “trying to find the place I was when wounded.”
“And did you find it?”
“I am sorry to say that I failed,” said I.
“A pity. Where did you come from to-day?”
“Harper’s Ferry.”
“How did you get up?”
“Walked.”
“Walked! You surely did not walk it on one leg?”