baid.

[Gives key.

Mrs. S. Here, let me lock the door. (She locks the door; puts key
in her pocket). We'll stand here on the porch. Now, children, keep close
by me; they shall not harm you. If only we can keep them!

[They stand in a little group on the porch, Cupid with an ax,
and he and Marthy behind the others.

A Man's Voice. Here, this way!

Another. Here's the house!

Another. Come on!

[Enter a party of Union soldiers headed by Corporal Evans, an
insolent young fellow of about twenty-five. He has a very
boisterous manner, giving his orders with a swagger.

Evans. Here's Southern hospitality for you. A party out to meet us (they
all come forward, some crashing through the shrubs, breaking down the
fence, some walk through flower beds. They come up to the porch). Hello,
ladies! (without removing his cap) Come on, boys!

[He starts up the steps; other soldiers have come on; some join
the group near steps, others go around the house. Mrs. S.
takes a step forward, her head held very high.