She soon reached the outer line of guards, by whom she was halted, with a demand for her pass.
She produced the one furnished her, which was signed by Gen. Rosencrans. While the Sergeant was inspecting it it occured to her that now was the time to begin the role of a young woman with rebellious proclivities.
“Is this the last guard-line I will have to pass?” she asked.
“Yes'm,” answered the Sergeant.
“You're quite sure?”
“Yes'm.”
“Then I won't have any further use for this—thing?” indicating the pass, which she received back with fine loathing, as if it were something infectious.
“No'm.”
“Quite sure?”
“Yes'm, quite sure.”