"Certainly," said Mrs. Stafford, with her eyes fixed on him. She moved slowly up to him. Then, by an instinct, quickly lifting her hand, she pushed his hat back from his eyes. Her husband clasped her in his arms. "My darling!" Bob, with a cry, seized him. "I knew you'd come, father," he said. "They all said you would," declared Mrs. Stafford. "Well, I _had_ to come. I had given my word," said Colonel Stafford, smiling. The Colonel was borne into the hall. A little later the pack was opened, and such a treasure-house of toys and things was displayed as surely never greeted any other eyes. The smaller children, including Ran, were not awakened, at their father's request, though Mrs. Stafford wished to wake them to see him. But Bob was let into the secrets, except that he was not permitted to see a small package which bore his name. Mrs. Stafford and the Colonel were like two children themselves as they "tipped" about, stuffing the long stockings with candy and toys. The beautiful doll with flaxen hair, all arrayed in silk and lace, was seated, last of all, securely on top of Evelyn's stocking, with her wardrobe just below her, where she would greet her young mistress when she should first open her eyes, and Charlie's little blue uniform was pinned beside the gray one his mother had made, with his sword buckled around the waist. Bob was at last dismissed to his room, and the Colonel and Mrs. Stafford settled themselves before the fire, hand in hand, to talk over the past. They had hardly started, when Bob rushed down the stairs and dashed into their room. "Papa! papa! the yard is full of Yankees!" Both the Colonel and Mrs. Stafford sprang to their feet. "Through the back door!" cried Mrs. Stafford, seizing her husband. "He cannot get out that way--they are everywhere--all around the house; I saw them from my window," gasped Bob, just as the sound of trampling without came to their ears. "Oh! what will you do! Those clothes! If they catch you in those clothes!" began Mrs. Stafford, and then stopped, her face growing ashy pale. Bob also turned even whiter than he had been before. He remembered the fate of the young man who was found in citizen's clothes in the autumn. He burst out crying. "Oh, papa! will they hang you?" he sobbed. "I hope not, my son," said the Colonel. "Certainly not if I can prevent it." A gleam of humor stole into his eyes. "It's an awkward fix, certainly," he added, gravely. A number of footsteps sounded on the porch, and a thundering knock shook the door. "You must conceal yourself," cried Mrs. Stafford. "Come here." She pulled him almost by main force into a closet or entry, and locked the door, just as the knocking was renewed. As the front door was apparently about to be broken down, she went out into the hall. Her face was deadly white, and her lips were moving in prayer. "Who's there?" she called, tremblingly, trying to gain time.