Ailsa Paige by Robert W. (Robert William) Chambers
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"The _matter_, as you call it, won't be settled without a row, mother--if you mean the rebellion." "Such a wise boy with his new cigar," she smiled through a sudden resurgence of uneasiness. The boy said calmly: "Mother, you don't understand; and all the rest of the South is like you." "Does anybody understand, Steve?" asked his father, slightly ironical. "Some people understand there's going to be a big fight," said the boy. "Oh. Do you?" "Yes," he said, with the conviction of youth. "And I'm wondering who's going to be in it." "The militia, of course," observed Ailsa scornfully. "Camilla is forever sewing buttons on Jimmy's dress uniform. He wears them off dancing." Mr. Craig said, unsmiling: "We are not a military nation, Steve; we are not only non-military but we are unmilitary--if you know what that means." "We once managed to catch Cornwallis," suggested his son, still |
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