BETSY'S PIES AGAIN
But I didn't exactly get him. One of his men nudged him and whispers.
"My dear man," he laughs, "Betsy and her pies are known all through the Union army!"
"I thought I had you," says I, "but you got me—and you shall have the pies for being smarter than me and slinging such a fine compliment at Betsy."
Well, he got the pies—and dropped some papers out of his bag as he opened it for Betsy to put them in. I picks 'em up and yells after him, but he is out of sight, laughing, and in dust and noise, before I can think.
I put the papers in my pocket, thinking that they would soon be back again and I'd give 'em to him.
