Marthy. He an' you ma done gone for walk round de quarters.
[Exit Marthy into the house.
Bev. Fair, did you know father was going back to his regiment to-morrow?
Fair. I was afraid of it. The wound is almost healed, but mother can't bear to have us mention his leaving us again.
Bev. Why, I had hoped to go back with him; I hate to be young. Why, Fair, do you know sometimes I feel so crazy to go off with the army I believe I'll run away, except—
Fair. Yes, I know; you mean mother. When father and George are gone, we're all she's got.
Bev. I wish I'd been twins; then one of me could go.
[Fair laughs.
Fair. But if you had been, 'twould be just twice as hard for us to give you up.
Bev. I say, let's go find father. They're walking in the lane down past the quarters.