"It is over, isn't it, dear?"
"No."
"Why, you've driven the army back in a panic on Washington. They'll ask for peace, won't they?"
"They won't, honey. I know 'em too well. They'll more than likely ask for a million volunteers."
"It's not over, then?"
"No, dear little mother. I'll be honest with you. Don't believe silly talk. We're in for a long, desperate fight—"
"And I've been so happy thinking you'd come home—"
"Your home will be with me, won't it?"
"Always."
"All right. This is the beginning of my scheme for the duration of the war. I'm going to get you a map of Virginia, showing the roads. I'll get you a compass. There'll always be a little farmhouse somewhere behind my headquarters. Our home will be in the field and saddle for a while."