To her keen disappointment Emmeline was not permitted to visit the camp, but from her room that night she could see the camp-fires glitter. It seemed to her that her heart would burst with excitement. What would she see to-morrow? A battle?
But such good fortune could not last. When Emmeline opened her eyes the next morning, she found her mother by her bed. Mrs. Willing looked as if she had not slept.
"Get up, Emmeline," said she.
To Emmeline's dismay, she saw a little satchel in her mother's hand. Emmeline's mind was quick.
"You are not—you are not going to send me away, mother!"
"You are to go out to grandfather's for a little visit."
"O mother!" wailed Emmeline.
"Yes, Emmeline. Get up and dress. Mrs. Schmidt is going to her brother's, and you are to ride with her." Mrs. Willing was firm.
"Is there to be a battle?"