"And you really saw Stonewall Jackson every day!" said Mrs. Lanham.
"You rode with him, talked with him, and went into battle with him?"
"I was in all his campaigns, Mrs. Lanham," replied Harry, modestly,
but not without pride. "I was with him in every battle, even to the last,
Chancellorsville. I was one of those who sheltered him from the shells,
when he was shot by our own men. Alas! what an awful mistake. I--"
He stopped suddenly. He had choked with emotion, and the tears came into
his eyes. Mrs. Lanham saw, and, understanding, she quickly changed the
subject to Lee. They talked a while after supper, called dinner now,
and then they went up to their room on the second floor.
It was a handsome room, containing good furniture, including two single
beds. Their baggage had preceded them and everything was in order.
Two large windows, open to admit the fresh air, looked out over Richmond.
On a table stood a pitcher of ice water and glasses.
"Our lot has certainly been cast in a pleasant place," said Dalton,
taking a chair by one of the windows.
"You're right," said Harry, sitting in the chair by the other window.
"The Lanhams are fine people, and it's a good house. This is luxury,
isn't it, George, old man?"
"The real article.
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