To Jeanne's surprise she saluted her father military fashion instead of kissing him. The gentleman entered--a tall, black-haired, black-eyed man of splendid military bearing and courtly mien. His eyes were twinkling, but he spoke to his daughter in rather a stern tone. "Is this the way to entertain a guest, my child? I suppose that this is the young lady that Johnson brought in last night." "Yes," answered Bob, in a shamefaced way. "She is a Yankee, and we were quarreling. I don't know how it began. Do you?" to Jeanne. "No," answered Jeanne. "I don't." "I am ashamed of myself," said Bob, impulsively. "I ought to have remembered that you were my guest. If you will forgive me this time I won't do it any more." "I was wrong too," said Jeanne, humbly. "We'll forgive each other." Bob hesitated a moment and then leaned toward her. "There!" said the Colonel, as the girls kissed. "That's better. Leave it to the men to settle the differences of the country. It is not pleasant to see girls quarrel. Introduce the little lady to me, Bob." "Jeanne, this is my father, Colonel Peyton," said Bob. "Dad, this is Jeanne Vance, from New York city. And she is a brave girl, if she is a Yankee. You must get her to tell you all about her adventures." "I am sure that I shall be pleased to hear them," said the Colonel, affecting not to notice Jeanne's start of surprise as she heard his name. "Do you girls know that it is breakfast time?" "Mercy!" cried Bob. "Have the drums beaten the call? I did not hear them. Did you ever! We've been two hours talking and--quarreling," she added, in a lower tone. "Yes; there was a time when I thought that it would be coffee and pistols for two," laughed the father. "Come, let us have breakfast. I will hear the little lady's story while we eat." Jeanne looked about her with curious eyes as they emerged from the tent. Everywhere there were tents that were arranged with military precision back of a parade-ground which formed the front. First were the tents of the men arranged by companies. Next after the tents of the men came those of the commissioned officers of the companies. These faced on streets which ran at right angles with the company streets. Still back of these were the tents of the Colonel and his staff. The flag-staff at the edge of the parade-ground, and immediately in front of the Colonel's tent, sported a Confederate flag that waved gaily in the breeze. In the rear of all were found the Quartermaster's and Sutler's departments. Dick had often written about the soldiers doing their own cooking but here the camp seemed filled with negroes who bustled about cooking and waiting upon the soldiers as if they had been in their own dining-rooms.