has announced, and General and Mrs. Grant with him. It will be the opportunity of your life to see these famous men—besides, I wish you to see the city illuminated on the way."
Margaret hesitated.
"I should like to go," she said with some confusion. "But you see we are old-fashioned Scotch Presbyterians down in our village in South Carolina. I never was in a theatre—and this is Good Friday"
"That's a fact, sure," said Phil, thoughtfully. "It never occurred to me. War is not exactly a spiritual stimulant, and it blurs the calendar. I believe we fight on Sundays oftener than on any other day."
"But I'm crazy to see the President since Ben's pardon. Mama will be here in a moment, and I'll ask her."
"You see, it's really an occasion," Phil went on. "The people are all going there to see President Lincoln in the hour of his triumph, and his great General fresh from the field of victory. Grant has just arrived in town."
Mrs. Cameron entered and greeted Phil with motherly tenderness.
"Captain, you're so much like my boy! Had you noticed it, Margaret?"
"Of course, Mama, but I was afraid I'd tire him with flattery if I tried to tell him."
"Only his hair is light and wavy, and Ben's straight and black, or you'd call them twins. Ben's a little taller—excuse us, Captain Stoneman, but we've fallen so in
