"Uncle says that you Yankees are terrible fellows."
"Do I look as if I would harm you, Miss Lou? Pardon me, I do not know how else to address you."
"Address me as Miss Baron," she replied, with a droll little assumption of girlish dignity.
"Well, then, Miss Baron, you have acted the part of a good angel toward me."
"I don't like such talk," she replied, frowning. "You were merely thrown helpless at my feet. You didn't look as if you could do the South much harm then. What I may feel to be my duty hereafter—"
"I have no fears at all of what YOU may do," he interrupted, with a smile that made his expression very pleasing.
"How so?"
"Because you are incapable of betraying even an enemy, which I am not to you. On the contrary, I am a grateful man, who would risk his life to do you a service. The little unpleasantness between the North and South will pass away, and we shall all be friends again."
"My uncle and cousin—indeed all the people I know—will never look upon you Northern soldiers as friends."
"Never is a long time. I certainly feel very friendly toward you."