Mrs. Grey vainly tried to restore peace; her voice was not even heard; but just then Colonel ——­ rode up, and as Winnie seemed inclined to stand her ground, he gave her a choice between mounting at once to a seat beside the driver or being left behind.  Then perceiving that Mrs. Grey seemed quite overcome by emotion, and wishing to remove her as quickly as possible from the desolate scene before her, he gave the order to drive on, and, raising his hat, rode off towards camp before the lady could find voice to express her gratitude.  A few hours’ ride brought the refugees to the railroad station, where they took the cars for ——­, the home of Nelly’s grandmamma.  Here a warm welcome and entire comfort awaited them.  Nelly had often spent weeks at a time with her grandmamma, and was delighted to find all her old haunts as pleasant as ever.  Her dolls, toys, books, etc., had been carefully kept.  Better than all, she discovered a fine Newfoundland puppy and a litter of pretty white kittens to console her for the loss of Ponto.

One day, when they had been at grandmamma’s only a fortnight, Nelly saw a neighboring farmer drive up to the front gate, and ran gladly to meet him, for farmer Dale was a cheery old man, who had always seemed very fond of the child.  Now, however, he looked very grave, merely shaking hands, then bidding Nelly tell her grandmamma that he must see her at once, “and, Nelly, you need not come back,” said he, “I have business with your grandma.”  Soon after the farmer drove away, while grandmamma returned to the house, wearing a very serious face, and after sitting in the darkened parlor awhile, apparently thinking deeply, passed slowly into her daughter’s room.  Then Nelly heard a faint cry from her mamma, and hurrying into the house, found her excitedly walking up and down, wringing her hands, and crying, “I must go to him!  I must, I must!” A letter received by farmer Dale from his son, who was a Confederate soldier, had contained the news that Mr. Grey was wounded and a prisoner.  Just where was unknown, or whether his wounds were severe or perhaps fatal.  This news rendered the poor wife almost frantic.  All night she paced the floor in sleepless agony.  Next day the farmer paid a second visit, and was for a long time closeted with the distressed ladies.  Afterward, Mrs. Grey seemed more restless than before, requiring the constant attention of both grandmamma and Maum Winnie.  Thus a week passed.

Suddenly, one morning farmer Dale again appeared, and this time very smiling and gracious to Nelly.

“Chatterbox,” said he, “how would you like to ride home with me and stay awhile, until your mother gets better?  You can run about over there, and make all the noise you want to; nobody will mind it.”

Nelly could not tell whether she would like or not.  It was very dull where she was, but she did not care to leave her poor mamma.  Grandmamma, however, decided the matter by assuring her that Mrs. Grey needed perfect quiet, and would be better without her.  So the little girl ran off to Maum Winnie to be dressed for her ride.