"Only this dispatch, sir, announcing the capture of fifty mules and two brigadier generals by Stuart's cavalry——"
"Fifty mules?"
"And two brigadier generals."
"Fifty mules—and they're worth two hundred dollars a piece. Tell 'em to send a regiment after those mules. Jeffy D. can have the generals."
A slender little dark-haired girl about fifteen years old, with big wistful blue eyes, had taken advantage of the pause to slip close. When the President lifted his head she caught his eyes. He rose immediately and drew her to his side.
"You're all alone, little girl?"
"Yes, sir," she faltered.
"And what can I do for you?"
"If you please, I want to pass through the lines to Virginia—my brother's there—he was shot in the last battle. I want to see him."
"Of course you do," the kindly voice agreed, "and you shall."