"Well, to begin with, you have two sons, one in the Confederate and one in the Union army."
"What of them?"
"They are well."
"Thank you, thank you for the news," cried the planter, rising and grasping the old man's hand. "When did you see them last?"
"You are willing to talk to me now," said the mulatto, with a smile.
"Where did you see my boys last?" repeated Mr. Tompkins, eagerly, unheeding the interruption.
"Only a few days ago."
"Where?"
"In their camps. They both are moving back this way."