"I hardly think so. I want to see all the slaves set free."
"Is that all?"
"Isn't that enough?"
"Most Yankees want to see the South broken up and ruined."
"No! no! That is a mistake."
The summerhouse was soon gained, and she sat down, and without ceremony he took a seat on the bench at her side.
"This takes me back ten or fifteen years," he declared, as he looked around at the familiar surroundings. "There are the same old magnolias, with the swing, and the same old rose bush, or new ones just like the old. Marion, you ought to be happy here."
"I was—until the war broke out, and poor papa was killed."
"Yes, that was a shock, and I felt it too, when the news reached me. He was a noble man, Marion."
"So they all say, Harry, but that does not give him back to us. And now another danger threatens us."