In spite of the girl's flushed, incensed face, there was an
explosion of laughter. "Pardon me, Miss Baron," said Ackley, "but
you can't know how droll your idea of injustice to the Yankees seems
to us. That you have such an idea, however, is a credit to you and
to them also, for they must have been behaving themselves
prodigiously."

"Yes, Dr. Ackley," replied Borden emphatically, "Miss Baron's
impressions ARE a credit to her and to my patients. They promptly
recognized her motives and character, and for her sake they pledged
themselves that while here, where she is one of the nurses, they
would not use language at any time which they would not have their
mothers hear. That very man you speak of, who swore so last night,
believes himself dying from his effort at self-restraint. This is
not true, for he would have died anyhow, but his death is hastened
by his effort. He has been in agony all day. Opiates make him worse,
so there is no use of giving them. But I can tell you, no man in
your Confederacy ever did a braver thing than he is doing this
minute to show his respect for this young lady who has shown
kindness to his comrades. I can assure you, Lieutenant Whately, that
you need have no fears about your cousin when visiting my patients."

"What's the name of the soldier of whom you speak?" Miss Lou asked
eagerly.

"He is called Yarry. I don't know any other name yet--been so busy
dressing wounds."

"Thank you," faltered the girl, rising, her face showing signs of