ON PICKET DUTY, AND OTHER TALES.

BY L. M. ALCOTT.

Boston:
NEW YORK:

1864






ON PICKET DUTY.





_WHAT_ air you thinkin' of, Phil?

"My wife, Dick."

"So was I! Aint it odd how fellers fall to thinkin' of thar little
women, when they get a quiet spell like this?"

"Fortunate for us that we do get it, and have such gentle bosom
guests to keep us brave and honest through the trials and
temptations of a life like ours."