Char (taking the little coat tenderly in her hands).  But your mother, Bev!

Fair.  Oh, we’re going to tell her, but not now.  She’ll let Bev go when he is needed, and so I am making this to have it ready.  It isn’t very nice, I know.  You see, I never made a coat before, and the cloth is old and thin and not the right color; but it’s all I have.  I wish I had the finest uniform in the world for Bev, but this will have to do. (Her voice falters for a second).  And—­I’m making it myself.

Bev.  Why, Fair, you know I wouldn’t wear any uniform but this, even if I had a dozen.  The buttons are those the boys gave me off their coats, and the rank on the sleeve is all embroidered.  I wouldn’t trade with any of them—­not even General Morgan.

Char. (putting her arm around Fair).  You precious little Fair, there’s not a better uniform in all the South than this, but can’t I help you with it?  I’d love to; may I, dear?

Fair.  If you’ll show me how to put in the sleeve, I’d love it; but I’d rather do the work all by myself, please.  You see, Bev’s going to be such a great, brave soldier in this coat.  I’d like to think I’d made it all myself.

[She begins to sew on the coat.

Char.  I suppose I needn’t ask in whose command you are going?  I know you will say Morgan’s.  But how about your rank—­will you be just a private?

Bev.  Not just a private; though, of course, I’ll be that if I can be nothing else.  George told me when all was ready and my mother said I might, that I could come with him.  I’d be one of the scouts, the color bearer; that’s the place I want—­(he grows more and more excited)—­to hold the flag; to feel it was my own, my very own; to feel and touch and carry.  Do you know, Charlotte, I believe I’d think George most as great a man as Morgan if he’d take me with him in his company and let me have the flag.

Char.  Perhaps he will.  I’ll speak for you; he loves to do the things I want; and, yes, I’m sure he’ll take you for his color-bearer.

Bev.  Where’s father, Fair?  I must go tell him now before he goes away.  He’ll say that I can go; I know he will.  And mother:  I’ll tell her, too.  Where are they?

Fair (quietly).  I think they’re in the garden by Phil’s grave.  They always go there near this time.

[Exit Bev through gate.

Char.  Oh, Fair, it’s hard, hard for us all, and most of all for you.  I sometimes wonder how you can be so brave.  We’ve given Phil, and now your father and George and Carter and Gordon—­all of them in the army.  Now that Bev wants to go, I don’t see how we can bear that.