"Would you like an orange?"
"By jingo! that is worth a hundred dollars!"
He grasped it as a drowning man clutches a chip.
"Where did this come from?"
"The Christian Commission had a box arrive last night."
"The Christian Commission? My wife belongs to that. She wrote to me about it last week,—that they met to make shirts for the Commission."
"Then you have a wife?"
"Yes, sir, and three children."
His voice faltered. Ah! the soldier never forgets home. He dashed away a tear, took in a long breath, and was strong again.
"Where do you hail from, soldier?"