sients, if father was keeping a hotel-friends, acquaintances, and strangers whom the tide of war has stranded in little Washington.
Mrs. Gairdner's husband was an officer in the English army at Waterloo, and a schoolmate of Lord Byron, and her sons are brave Confederates--which is better than anything else.
Mary Day had typhoid fever in Augusta.
She is too weak to make the journey from Mayfield to Macon, and all non-combatants have been ordered to leave Augusta, so mother invited her to Haywood.
Oh, that dear old home!
I know it is sweeter than ever now, with all those delightful people gathered there.
One good thing the war has done among many evils; it has brought us into contact with so many pleasant people we should never have known otherwise.
I know it must be charming to have all those nice army officers around, and I do want to go back, but it is so nice here, too, that we have decided to stay a little longer.
Father says that this is the best place for us now that Kil
row shared our room with Mett and me. We had a funny time talking over our experiences.
She says that the charming captain fell dead in love with me at Milledgeville, and was so struck with my appearance that he couldn't rest till he found out my name.
He asked her all sorts of questions about me, and I almost laughed myself hoarse at the extravagant things she told him. And she didn't know me, either, any better than he did, but that only made it the more amusing.
April 21, Friday.
That delicious clean bed in Sparta!
I never had a sweeter sleep in my life than the few hours I spent there.
Fred said we must be off at daylight so as to reach Mayfield in time for the train, with our sorry team, so we bid our hosts good-by before going to bed in order not to rouse them at such a heathenish hour.
But about two o'clock in the morning the whole town was roused by a courier who came in with news that the Yankees were in Putnam County, only twelve miles off. It is absurd