At last, won by Nelly’s caresses and Maum Winnie’s coaxing, the weary lady consented to take some repose in “ole missis’ cheer,” where, leaning her aching head upon the cushioned side, she fell asleep.

Nelly greatly enjoyed the strong coffee (which she never before had been allowed to drink).  It made her feel very wide awake.  Presently she strolled off toward the adjoining cabins.  These were quite empty, the men-servants having disappeared with the Federal soldiers the night before, the women had followed to their camp not far distant.  Not a living thing was to be seen; even the chickens had disappeared.  The whole scene was very desolate,—­the smoking ruins, the deserted cabin, a cloudy sky.  Soon the child remembered her playfellow, Ponto, and began to call him.  A doleful whine answered her, seeming to proceed from under one of the negro cabins.  Nelly stooped to look, but could only see two glowing eyes, and hear the knocking of the dog’s tail upon the ground.  Ponto had been so badly frightened that no coaxing or ordering would induce him to come out.  So his little mistress walked angrily away, and, passing through the broken gate, stood looking up and down the road.  Presently there came riding along a Federal officer on horseback, who, discovering the forlorn child, stopped to speak to her.

Nelly’s first impulse was to run away, but, instead, she stood clinging to the gate-post, kicking the ground with one foot and flashing angry glances at the “Yankee.”  The officer sighed deeply as his glance fell upon the ruined home, and then upon the little, tear-stained face before him.  Dismounting, he approached more closely, and strove to take the unwilling hand.  But the child now broke into a storm of sobs, crying out, “Go away! you’re a naughty Yankee, and I hate you.  ‘You alls’ have burnt up my mamma’s pretty house, and all our things, and my mamma just cries and cries; but my papa is gone to fight the ‘Yankees,’ and I hope he will shoot them all!”

The soldier slowly paced back and forth.  “Ah,” said he, softly, “if this were my little Ida:  God bless her!  Little girl, where is your mamma?  Perhaps I can help her.  Will you lead me to her?”

The child had hidden her face upon her arm, but now looked up in affright.  “You won’t hurt my mamma?  You ar’n’t going to burn up Maum Winnie’s house?” said she.

Gradually his kind face and gentle manner reassured her, and she was, at last, persuaded to convey to her mother a few lines which he pencilled on a card.  To Nelly’s surprise, Mrs. Grey consented to receive the “Yankee.”  The little girl was sent to conduct him to the cabin.  The lady was standing at the door as the officer and his little escort drew near.  Nelly thought she had never seen her mamma look so pretty.  Her eyes were shining, a lovely red spot glowed upon each cheek, but she did not smile as she used to do when receiving a guest, and, while offering the stranger a seat, she remained standing, looking very tall and grand.