“Lena, Lena!” and Gertrude shook her head admonishingly at the girl, though she smiled at the recital.
“Oh, you are an angel, Gertrude; so you never have temptations to do things for pure mischief. But I wish you’d tell me who this Jack Monroe is.”
“A Federal officer who was of service to us when Beaufort was taken.”
“A Yankee!”––and her horror was absolute. “Well, I should not think you’d accept service from such a person.”
“Honey!” said Aunt Sajane, in mild chiding.
“We had no choice,” said Gertrude, quietly; “afterwards we learned he and Kenneth had been friends at West Point; so he was really a gentleman.”
“And in the Yankee Army?” queried the irrepressible. “Good-bye, Jack Monroe, I shan’t sing you again.”
“You might be faithful to one verse for Gertrude’s sake,” ventured Aunt Sajane.
“Gertrude’s sake?”