and regular standing."

"I reckon my uncle and cousin would scout the idea that you, or any
of your army, had any standing whatever."

"That does not matter, so that I can convince you that I would not
do or say anything unbecoming a soldier."

"You are a Yankee, I suppose?" she asked, looking at him with strong
yet shyly expressed interest.

"I suppose I am, in your Southern vernacular. I am from New York
State, and my name is Allan Scoville."

"Uncle says that you Yankees are terrible fellows."

"Do I look as if I would harm you, Miss Lou? Pardon me, I do not
know how else to address you."

"Address me as Miss Baron," she replied, with a droll little
assumption of girlish dignity.

"Well, then, Miss Baron, you have acted the part of a good angel
toward me."

"I don't like such talk," she replied, frowning. "You were merely
thrown helpless at my feet. You didn't look as if you could do the
South much harm then. What I may feel to be my duty hereafter--"

"I have no fears at all of what YOU may do," he interrupted, with a