The General's observant eyes rested on the proud Southerner for an instant, noted that his face was quite without anxiety, then went back to the little child.
"Well, did he?" he asked.
"Y-y-y-es, sir," answered Virgie with a gulp.
The General nodded and his face grew grave again.
"I wonder if you even know what it means. A spy!"
"Yes, sir," said the Littlest Rebel, and dropped her eyes.
"Hm. And do you remember how many times he came that way?"
"Yes, sir," came the instant answer, and she threw up her head. "Once."
"Once?" echoed the General, surprised. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, sir," she answered. She drew herself up proudly, forgetting the poor, tattered dress, and her clear eyes rested fearlessly on two others that read through them down into the pure whiteness of her soul.