When the deed was once done, it was astonishing what satisfaction they all took in it, how soon they got accustomed to the change, and what pride they felt in “our soldier.”  The loyal frenzy fell upon the three quiet women, and they could not do too much for their country.  Mrs. Sterling cut up her treasured old linen without a murmur; Letty made “comfort bags” by the dozen, put up jelly, and sewed on blue jackets with tireless industry; while Christie proclaimed that if she had twenty lovers she would send them all; and then made preparations enough to nurse the entire party.

David meantime was in camp, getting his first taste of martial life, and not liking it any better than he thought he should; but no one heard a complaint, and he never regretted his “love among the roses,” for he was one of the men who had a “principle as well as a weapon,” and meant to do good service with both.

It would have taken many knapsacks to hold all the gifts showered upon him by his friends and neighbors.  He accepted all that came, and furnished forth those of his company who were less favored.  Among these was Elisha Wilkins, and how he got there should be told.

Elisha had not the slightest intention of enlisting, but Mrs. Wilkins was a loyal soul, and could not rest till she had sent a substitute, since she could not go herself.  Finding that Lisha showed little enthusiasm on the subject, she tried to rouse him by patriotic appeals of various sorts.  She read stirring accounts of battles, carefully omitting the dead and wounded; she turned out, baby and all if possible, to cheer every regiment that left; and was never tired of telling Wash how she wished she could add ten years to his age and send him off to fight for his country like a man.

But nothing seemed to rouse the supine Elisha, who chewed his quid like a placid beast of the field, and showed no sign of a proper spirit.

“Very well,” said Mrs. Wilkins resolutely to herself, “ef I can’t make no impression on his soul I will on his stommick, and see how that’ll work.”

Which threat she carried out with such skill and force that Lisha was effectually waked up, for he was “partial to good vittles,” and Cynthy was a capital cook.  Poor rations did not suit him, and he demanded why his favorite dishes were not forthcoming.

“We can’t afford no nice vittles now when our men are sufferin’ so.  I should be ashamed to cook ’em, and expect to choke tryin’ to eat ‘em.  Every one is sacrificin’ somethin’, and we mustn’t be slack in doin’ our part,—­the Lord knows it’s precious little,—­and there won’t be no stuffin’ in this house for a consid’able spell.  Ef I could save up enough to send a man to do my share of the fightin’, I should be proud to do it.  Anyway I shall stint the family and send them dear brave fellers every cent I can git without starvin’ the children.”

“Now, Cynthy, don’t be ferce.  Things will come out all right, and it ain’t no use upsettin’ every thing and bein’ so darned uncomfortable,” answered Mr. Wilkins with unusual energy.