"The boys cut them off in my sleep, sir."
"The rogues!" exclaimed the captain. "And what did you do?"
Frank lifted his eyes with a smile. "I partly finished them myself—they had haggled them so; and the next day I found a man to cut my hair nicely."
"Well, it is better so, perhaps: short hair for a soldier. But I liked those curls. They reminded me of a little sister of mine—she is gone now—," in a low, mellow tone. "Are you attached to any company?"
"I am enlisted in the Jackson Blues."
"What is your name?"
"Frank Manly, sir."
"Are you any relation to Mrs. Manly, of——?"
"She is my mother, sir," said Frank, with proud affection.
"Is it possible! Mrs. Manly's son! Indeed, you look like her."