Ethel Lynn Beers

“ Suppose you make believe you are a soldier?"
"And have a knapsack, mamma, and havelock?"
Frankie jumped up to his feet at this idea, clapping his hands.
"Oh, mamma, how nice! And I'll be a Seventh Regiment, won't I, just like Uncle Charlie? And folks will cry when I go away, just as Cousin Rosa did—didn't you, cousin? What makes your face so red, eh? Oh! and people will read the papers every day, to see if General Frankie has been wounded. No—I won't be the Seventh, either. I'll be for three months. I'll be Sixty-Ninth, like our Biddy's beau. ”

“ Another flourish of the button-gaiters. "Oh, I don't like to do that; they don't fit. Virginia is nicked round the edges, and Alabama won't stay in its place, and South Carolina is lost altogether. No, I don't want to play that." ”