[Here the door of the house is kicked open from within. Several
soldiers enter from house.

A Soldier. We're in from the back way. Come on!

[Mrs. S., Charlotte, Fair, Bev, Cupid and Marthy come down into
yard and cross to the garden gate. All the soldiers except
the corporal and two or three others exit into house.

Evans. I'll stay out here with the ladies (laughs). What's past
that gate?

Mrs. S. My garden, sir.

Evans. Men, I believe they are hiding some one here. What's in
that garden?

Mrs. S. The memory of my blessed dead.

Evans. What!

Mrs. S. My son, sir.

Evans. Where is he? (Quickly).

Mrs. S. Beyond your reach. His grave is in the garden.

Evans (in an uneasy way steps back). I--I beg your pardon, mam!

[Enter from the house all the soldiers. They carry a large cedar