odging as long as he had a roof over his head.
He gave his name as Harris, and said there was not a family in Sparta but would be proud to en and jolted in our dusty little cart that we preferred walking to Mr. Harris's, in spite of the disreputable appearance we made, hatless and gith Jenny and Jule, and they invited us to go home with them, but Mr. Harris had the first claim, and to tell the truth, I had taken a liking to meet again our fellow travelers, Mrs. Young and Dr. Morrow. Mrs. Harris met us with such a warm, motherly welcome that I felt like throwbut the words stuck in our throats.
Nobody could sing, and then Clara Harris played Dixie, but it sounded like a dirge.
The house was so full that Mrs. Harris was obliged to crowd us a little, and Mrs. Morrow shared our room with Mett and me. We had a funny time talking over ou places, so we had to satisfy ourselves with the recollection of Mrs. Harris's good supper and a crust of stale bread that I found in Arch's
t military company organized in the county, and contained the flower of the youth of the village.
It was named for a prominent citizen of the town, father of the unreconstructible Charley mentioned later, and an uncle of the unwitting Maria, whose innocent remark gave such umbrage to my father's belligerent daughter.
April 22, Saturday
I went to bed as soon as I had eaten supper last night and never did I enjoy a sweeter rest; home beds are cleaner and softer than any others, even Mrs. Harris's. I spent the better part of the day unpacking and arranging my things.
The house is so crowded with company that I have had to give up my room and double in with Mett.
I keep my clothes wherever I can find a place for them.
We went to walk after dinner and found the streets swarming with people.
Paroled men from Lee's army are expected every day now, and the town is already as full as it can hold.
The only hotel has been closed and private hospitality is taxed to the utmost.