“Jacob!” and Dulcie was promptly on her feet. “Does yo’ means ter tell me dat de Southern sojers ain’ a-marchin’ dis way?” she questioned.
“Oh, Dulcie! They won’t hurt us! Whoever said they would? And here it is ’most supper time and you haven’t begun anything,” and leaving the puzzled Dulcie Roxy went out to the yard. She visited “Napoleon” and “Josephine,” and promised not to let the invading army capture them, and then wandered down the slope to the wall and leaning against it stood looking off toward the Lawrence farm.
“I wonder if Polly knows?” she thought, and remembered that there were only two negro servants at the Lawrence place. “I’ll go over now and tell her,” she resolved, and ran down the slope toward the old sycamore, and climbed the pasture path leading to Polly’s home.
It was a long walk and Roxy was warm and tired when she discovered Polly, who was leading “Brownie” toward the stables.
“Did you signal that you were coming, Roxy?” called Polly.
Roxy shook her head. “I didn’t think about signals,” she said. “Polly, General Lee is marching into Maryland!”
Polly laughed delightedly.
“Oh, Roxy-Doxy! Have you made up a new game?”
Roxy stamped her foot angrily, forgetting the gold ring and her promise.
“Well, Polly Lawrence! I ran and ran, and I am as tired as I can be, and it isn’t a game. I came to tell you so you could save your horses,” she said, thinking angrily that she would now go straight home and never speak to Polly again.