"Indeed we do," cried Bob, gaily. "And dad is stationed here, Jeanne, so that while I am at Aunt Sally's I see him almost every day." "How do you live away from your regiment, Bob?" "It was hard at first, but now I don't mind it so much. And then I go to see them sometimes. Aunt Sally was horrified when she found I had been so long with the soldiers. See, I don't wear my uniform any more. But I expect that if the war lasts much longer I'll have to go back to it. Goods are not being imported very fast into the Confederacy." "You said you were in trouble, my little friend," said Mr. Huntsworth, who had been taking note of Jeanne's pale face and distressed air. "Tell us about it. We may be able to help you." "Will your father care if I talk to you, Bob?" asked Jeanne, longing to confide in these friends and yet hesitating to do so. "Dad was sorry after you left that he had been so unkind to you," said Bob. "Especially when he found how good you had been to send Frank to your home. He regretted his sternness. So we can be friends all right. Now tell us all about it." "I will," and Jeanne told all that had occurred since she left the regiment and briefly sketched for Mr. Huntsworth's benefit the happenings in New Orleans. "My dear," said the old gentleman, gravely, when she had finished, "you are indeed in trouble. I must think it over and see if I cannot help you." "I think your aunt is just about the meanest person I ever heard of," declared Bob. "I am sorry that she is a Southerner. I didn't know that we had any one among us that could be like that." "She is partly of foreign blood, Bob." "To be sure! That explains everything," said Bob. "But what makes your uncle let her act so?" "I don't know," said Jeanne, sadly, "he seems to have no will but hers. Sometimes I think that he is afraid of her, and yet why should a great big man be afraid of a slender woman?" "I have known of such cases," observed Mr. Huntsworth. "There may be more in that than you dream, my dear. We must think over the matter and see what can be done. And remember, child, that you have friends. That you are no longer alone but that we will help you some way." "Oh," said Jeanne, brokenly, "it is so good of you. I felt so forlorn. I thought that I was forsaken by every one. But I won't feel so any more. You are so good----" She burst into a flood of tears. "There! there!" Bob comforted her with endearments while Mr. Huntsworth blew his nose vigorously. "I know just how you feel, Jeanne. It nearly killed me when Frank went over to the Union instead of staying with his own people. I don't blame you for wanting to keep your brother on your side." "You are generous, Bob. I did not sympathize with you before, but I do now. I don't believe that Dick will go, but I am so afraid of what Aunt Clarisse may do to him if he doesn't. No! Dick won't go. But I must return. They will wonder what has become of me."