“Yes, Emily.”
Then their cheeks were together.
All at once Mrs. Sessions sprang up and snapped out:
“Well, I declare! We’re a fine lot. Jimmie, you go out and get me some fresh water. Never see such a shiftless lot as we are.”
And up the road jingled the slow-moving hospital wagons.
CHAPTER XXIV
A LOST BURDEN
DAD, his trifling hurts nearly well again, stood at attention in General Hooker’s new headquarters across the Maryland border.
Thither, almost as soon as the Army of the Potomac had mobilized in Maryland, he had been summoned.
The corps commander, for a miracle, had been as honest as he was inexpert, and had made full report to General McClellan, through Hooker, of the part Dad had played in drawing forth the endangered demi-corps from the Confederate trap during the retreat from Virginia.