He walked to the table with stumbling, uncertain step at last, his face ghastly and rigid, its color grey ashes, his deep set eyes streaming with tears, sank helplessly into a chair, and for the first time gave way to despair:
"O my God! My God! what will the country say!"
[CHAPTER XXVIII]
[THE MOONLIT RIVER]
Betty Winter was quick to answer the hurry call for more nurses in the field hospital at Chancellorsville. The results at the end of three days' carnage had paralyzed the service.
She left the Carver Hospital on receipt of the first cry for help and hurried to her home to complete her preparations to leave for the front.
Her father was at breakfast alone.
She called her greeting from the hall, rushed to her room, packed a bag, and quickly came down.
She slipped her arm around his neck, bent and kissed him good-bye. He held her a moment: