“Oh, you’ve waked her up!” cried Nancy Pansy, rushing forward, and turning the doll over. The strange man stamped out of the room, looking perfectly furious, and the soldiers all laughed. Tom Adams looked pleased. VI. When Tom Adams next called at the Judge’s, he found the atmosphere much cooler within the house than it was outside. He had been waiting alone in the drawing-room for some time when Nancy Pansy entered. She came in very slowly, and instead of running immediately up to him and greeting him as she usually did, she seated herself on the edge of a chair and looked at him with manifest suspicion. He stretched out his hand to her. “Come over, Nancy Pansy, and sit on my knee.” Nancy Pansy shook her head. “My sister don’t like you,” she said slowly, eying him askance. “Ah!” He let his hand fall on the arm of the chair. “No; and I don’t, either,” said Nancy Pansy, more confidently. “Why doesn’t she like me?” asked Tom Adams. “Because you are so mean. She says you are just like all the rest of ’em;” and, pleased at her visitor’s interest, Nancy Pansy wriggled herself higher up on her chair, prepared to give him further details. “We don’t like you at all,” said the child, half confidentially and half defiantly. “We like our side; we like _Confederates_.” Tom Adams smiled. “We like Harry; we don’t like you.” She looked as defiant as possible, and just then a step was heard in the hall, approaching very slowly, and Nancy Pansy’s sister appeared in the doorway. She was dressed in white, and she carried her head even higher than usual. The visitor rose. He thought he had never seen her look so pretty. “Good-evening,” he said. She bowed “Good-evening,” very slowly, and took a seat on a straight-backed chair in a corner of the room, ignoring the chair which Adams offered her. “I have not seen you for some time,” he began. “No; I suppose you have been busy searching people’s houses,” she said. Tom Adams flushed a little. “I carry out my orders,” he said. “These I must enforce.” “Ah!” Nancy Pansy did not just understand it all, but she saw there was a battle going on, and she at once aligned herself with her side, and going over, stood by her sister’s chair, and looked defiance at the enemy. “Well, we shall hardly agree about this, so we won’t discuss it,” said Tom Adams. “I did not come to talk about this, but to see you, and to get you to sing for me.” Refusal spoke so plainly in her face that he added: “Or, if you won’t sing, to get Nancy Pansy to sing for me.” “_I_ won’t sing for you,” declared Nancy Pansy, promptly and decisively.