her arms, to take refuge with the Adjutant
's wife, when every other abode was full of smoke; and I must admit that there were one or two windy days that season when nobody could really keep warm, and Annie had to remain ignominiously in her cradle, with as many clothes on as possible, for almost the whole time.
The Quartermaster's tent was very attractive to us in the evening.
I remember that once, on passing near it after nightfall, I heard our Major
's fine voice singing Methodist hymns within, and Mrs
. C.‘s sweet tones chiming in. So I peeped through the outer door.
The fire was burning very pleasantly in the inner tent, and the scrap of new red carpet made the floor look quite magnificent.
sat on a box, our surgeon on a stool; “Q. M.”
and his wife, and the Adjutant
's wife, and one of the captains, were all sitting on the bed, singing as well as they knew how; and the baby was under the bed. Baby had retired for the night, was overshadowed, suppressed, sat upon; the singing went on, and she had wandered away into her own land of dreams, nearer to heaven, perhaps, than any pitch their voices could attain.
I went in, and joined the party.
Presently the music stopped, and another officer was sent for, to sing some particular song.
At this pause the invisible innocent waked a little, and began to cluck and coo.
“It's the kitten,” exclaimed somebody.
“It's my baby!”
. C. triumphantly, in that tone of unfailing personal pride which belongs to young mothers.
The people all got up from the bed for a moment, while Annie was pulled from beneath, wide awake and placid as usual; and she sat in one lap or another during the rest of the concert, sometimes winking at the