The boy took it almost reverently, put it inside his shirt, and asked anxiously:
"Won't they let us into the town?"
"They'll let us in this very minute.... The ferry-boats will come and then we'll get over the river."
"They'll take us too?"
"Of course, we can't stay here."
"Oh! and I thought they'd never let us in—and where shall we live over there?"
"I don't know yet. The Lord will show us the way."
"Perhaps we'll live in the big house there with the red——"
"Oh! you silly boy; that's the barracks where the soldiers live."
"In that one then—there—that one?"