"Daisy, I don't know, as you say; but I have lived among the
Northern people in my life; and when a Yankee 'takes a
notion,' he is as tough a customer as ever I wish to have to
deal with."

"But they are not accustomed to fighting," I said.

"I am afraid they will be, before it is through."

"Then you think they are as brave as the South? Can they be?"

Dr. Sandford laughed at me a good deal. Nevertheless, I could
not find out what he thought; and I knew, I thought, what he
did not know so well. I knew the fiery proud spirit of my
native portion of the people. While his banter fell on my
ears, my eyes went off to the sunlit green fields where the
troops were parading; on Southern soil; and I saw in
imagination the rush and fury of vengeful onset, which might
come over those very fields; I saw the unequal contest; I saw
- what happened soon after. I sighed as I turned my eyes to
the doctor again.

"You are more of a Southerner than I thought you," he said.
And I fancied some gratification lurked behind the words.

"But _you_ are true?" I exclaimed.

"True!" said the doctor, smiling. "True to what? I hope I am
true."