The white hand of the Angel's "Mammy," took Joey's softly and her eyes were full of tears. "Joey is going home too," she said.
The Major's eyes wandered questioningly "The big—Angel's—come to get th' little Angel—but—my Mammy—ain't come—to get me?"
"She has not come, Joey dear," the soft voice explained, "because she is waiting for you. Joey is going to her."
The little voice was very weak now,—very wistful. "Goin'—now?" asked the Major.
"Yes, Joey."
His whisper could hardly be understood when after a long pause, he spoke again. "I—want—th' Cap'n—ter—gimme—th'—order,—'cause—I—b'long—ter—th' Reg'ment."
"What order, Major?" came from the Captain huskily.
"Old—G.—A.—R.—he knows—" the Major's voice could just be caught now.
Old G. A. R. who had given the order to those little feet so many times, knew and understood, and his big voice rolled out with suspicious unsteadiness now,—"Attention—Company!—Forward—" then the old soldier's voice broke as the little eyelids fluttered. Old G. A. R. could not go on.