“Oh, Kenneth’s sister?” and he held out his hand. “I’m delighted to know you.”
“Thank you.” She let her hand rest in his an instant, and then drew it away, with a little gasp.
“There! I’ve done it after all.”
“Anything serious?” he inquired.
She nodded her head; “I’ve broken a promise.”
“Not past repair, I hope.”
“Oh, it’s only a joke to you, but it really is serious to me. When the boys I know all started North with the army I promised I’d never shake hands with a Yankee.”
“Promised them all?” he asked, and without waiting for a reply, he continued: “Now, that’s a really extraordinary coincidence; I entertained the same idea about Johnnie Rebs.”
“Really?” and she looked quite relieved at finding a companion in iniquity; “but you did shake hands?”