Night came and as usual the soldiers gathered around the fires to sing songs and to tell stories. Presently Bob came among them to fulfill her promise to sing to them. Jeanne accompanied her, and the Northern girl wondered at the self-possession and ease with which the Colonel's daughter stood before so many men and sang. But the Southern girl was so accustomed to the soldiers that she thought nothing of it. Song after song she sang responding with the utmost good nature to the repeated requests for more. At last she cried: "Just one more, boys, and I must stop, for I am tired. What shall it be?" "The Bonnie Blue Flag," cried several voices. "Very well," and Bob began instantly: "'We are a band of brothers, and natives to the soil, Fighting for the property we gained by honest toil; And when our rights were threatened, the cry rose near and far, Hurrah for the bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star! * * * * * * * "'Then here's to our Confederacy; strong we are and brave; Like patriots of old we'll fight our heritage to save; And rather than submit to shame, to die we would prefer; So cheer for the bonnie Blue Flag that bears a single star. "'Then cheer, boys, cheer; raise the joyous shout, For Arkansas and North Carolina now have both gone out; And let another rousing cheer for Tennessee be given. The single star of the bonnie Blue Flag has grown to be eleven.'" "Three cheers for the bonnie Blue Flag," called a voice and with a shout the soldiers responded. "Now three for our beloved president, Jefferson Davis! And three for the Confederacy!" The men responded lustily. "And three cheers and a tiger for Miss Bob, the child of the regiment," shouted another enthusiastically. These had scarcely died away when some one called. "Why can't the 'Little Yank' give us a song?" "Yes, yes; the 'Little Yank,'" came from all sides. For a moment Jeanne hesitated, and then she stepped forward into the place which Bob had vacated. Her heart beat fast as she looked into the expectant faces before her. "I will sing of a flag too," she said in clear thrilling tones. With a quick motion she drew the stars and stripes from her bosom and shaking out its folds began earnestly: "'Oh! say can you see by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming, Whose stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watch'd were so gallantly streaming; And the rockets, red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there!'" For a few moments every one was still amazed at the girl's audacity, but as the last strain of the first stanza came from her lips a hoarse, angry murmur went up from the soldiers, and there was a movement toward her. But Jeanne heeded it not and in triumphant tones began the chorus: