The Littlest Rebel by Edward Henry Peple
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"Lord, make us thankful for the blackberries an' the aco'n coffee
an'--an' all our blessin's; but please, sir, sen' us somethin' that tastes jus' a little better--if you don't mind. Amen!" And the man, who leaned against the door and watched, had also bowed his head. A pain was in his throat--and in his heart--a pain that gripped him, till two great tears rolled down his war-worn cheek and were lost in his straggling beard. "Virgie!" he whispered hoarsely. "Virgie!" She started at the sound and looked about her, wondering; then, as the name was called again, she slid from her chair and ran forward with a joyous cry: "Why, Daddy! Is it you? Is--" She stopped, for the man had placed a finger on his lip and was pointing to the door. "Take a look down the road," he ordered, in a guarded voice; and, when she had reached a point commanding the danger zone, he asked, "See anybody?--soldiers?" She shook her head. "Hear anything?" She stood for a moment listening, then ran to him, and sprang into his waiting arms. "It's all right, Daddy! It's all right now!" He raised her, strained her to his breast, his cheek against her own. |
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