"You are wounded?" she whispered.
Dick nodded.
"Yep—a shell toppled me over but I was on my feet in a minute laughing—and I'll bet you couldn't guess what about?"
"No—"
"Laughed because I knew I'd get to see you—"
"I'm so proud of you!" she cried through her tears.
"Are you?" he asked tenderly.
"Of course I am—don't you think I know what those shoulder straps mean?"
"Well, I just care because you care, Jennie—"
"You're a brave Southern boy fighting for our rights—you care for that, too."