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The Littlest Rebel by Edward Henry Peple
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"I skeered to go, Miss Hallie," she whimpered. "I wan' stay here wid
you! Ou-ou!"

"But you can't, I tell you," her mistress answered, as the certainty of
the girl's helplessness before a questioner flashed through her mind.
"You'd tell everything."

"Oh, come on, you big baby," Virgie urged, pulling at Sally Arm's
sleeve. "_I'll_ take care of you." Then her eye fell on Susan Jemima
lying neglected on the bench and she gave a faint scream at her
heartlessness. "Goodness gracious, Mother," she cried, as, still holding
on to Sally Ann, she ran and caught up her beloved doll. "I nearly
forgot my child!"

With the clank of sabers and the sound of gruff commands already in her
ears, Mrs. Cary turned peremptorily to Uncle Billy.

"Remember, William! If the Yankees ask for my husband _you haven't seen
him!_"

"Nor'm, dat's right," was the prompt answer. "I dunno you eben got one.
But you go in de house, Miss Hallie. Dat's de bes' way,--yas'm."

"Perhaps it _is_ best," his mistress answered. "The longer we can detain
them the better for Captain Cary. You'd better come in yourself."

"Yas'm," replied the faithful old man, although such action was farthest
from his thoughts. "In des' a minnit. I'll be dar in des' a minnit."

But once his mistress had closed the door behind her Uncle Billy's plan
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