"Please come, sir!" the man urged.
Lee studied his face.
"Haven't I seen you before, my friend?"
"Yes, sir. I'm the man who brought the news that General Stuart had fallen at Yellow Tavern."
Lee grasped his hand.
"Oh, I remember. You're Sweeney—Sweeney whose banjo he loved so well.
And this is your wife and little girl?"
"Yes, sir," Mrs. Sweeney answered.
The Commander pressed her hand cordially.
"I'm glad to know you, Mrs. Sweeney. Your husband's music was a great joy to General Stuart."
The little girl handed him a bunch of violets. He stooped, kissed her and took her in his arms.