She had many questions to ask; no sooner were they alone in their railway compartment than Winnie turned to Miss Mason: "At last I see a Southern woman! Now I can learn all that happened to my parents just after the war, when I was a baby. Miss Em, what did Papa do just after the war--just after Richmond fell? What happened to my papa then?" Miss Emily caught her breath! "Winnie, what your papa did not think best you should know, I must decline to tell you. You will soon see him in France." Winnie took small interest in acquiring Parisian graces. "Miss Em, what are papa's favourite songs?" Miss Mason sought faithfully to turn her attention to _chansons_ of the day and to operatic airs in vogue. "But I am only going to sing to papa. I am going to the plantation--to Beauvoir. How shall I need to sing opera airs there? Tell me, dear Miss Em, the songs my father loves!" "When I met her father," Miss Mason says, "I ventured to question him concerning Winnie's ignorance of his prison life, expressing surprise that he had not claimed the sympathy of his child. 'I was unwilling to prejudice her,' he said, 'against the country to which she is now returning and which must be hers. I thought that but justice to the child. I want her to love her country.'" [Illustration: THE DAUGHTER OF THE CONFEDERACY Winnie (Varina Anne), youngest child of Jefferson Davis; born in Richmond, Va., June 27, 1864, and died at Narragansett Pier, R. I., September 18, 1895. General John B. Gordon gave her the above title by which she was known.] Years later, in Georgia, Veterans gathered to hear her father speak, greeted Winnie's appearance with ringing cheers. General John B. Gordon, placing his hands on her shoulders as he drew her forward, said: "Comrades! here is our daughter, the Daughter of the Confederacy!" She lived much in the North and died there. An escort from the Grand Army of the Republic bore her remains from the hotel at Narragansett Pier to the railway station; in New York, a Guard of Honour from the Confederate Veterans and the Southern Society received her and brought her to Richmond, and Richmond took her own. North, South, East and West sent flowers to deck the bier of the Daughter of the Confederacy, and the North said: "Let us be brothers today in grief as we were only yesterday brothers-in-arms at Santiago." Men in blue followed Gordon, Fitzhugh Lee and Joe Wheeler to their graves; Joe Johnston and Buckner were Grant's pall-bearers. Our dead bind us together. The voices of Lee, our Beloved, Davis, our Martyr, Stephens, our Peacemaker, Grady, our Orator, of Hampton, Gordon and all their noble fellowship, have spoken for true Unionism; blending with theirs is the voice of Grant, in his last hours at McGregor, the voice of McKinley in Atlanta, the voice of Abraham Lincoln, as, just before his martyrdom, he stood pityingly amid the ruins of Richmond.