Such shouts of laughter greeted this speech, that an old lady next door, hearing them through the walls, and thinking they were cheers, put on her spectacles, and hobbled to the window, expecting to see a torchlight procession--but poor little Willie, after wondering a moment, with his mouth wide open, what it all meant, rushed up to his mother, and hiding his face in her lap, began to cry. "Never mind, dear," she said, kissing him; "Aunt Fanny meant that the man was _thinking_ about you when he wrote the poetry. Of course, she knows my little Willie wouldn't poke through anybody's eye, to see what he had behind it. Aunt Fanny made use of what is called a 'figure of speech.' Don't cry any more." Then all the children coaxed him, and kissed him, and made the kitten Mary O'Reilly kiss him, at which he burst out laughing, and felt quite happy again. The crochet needles twinkled and twitched faster than ever, as Aunt Fanny repeated these lines: "Knit--knit--knit-- If you've patriot blood in your veins! Knit--knit--knit-- For our boys on Southern plains. Our boys on Southern hills, Our boys on Southern vales, By the woods and streams of Dixie's Land, Are feeling the wintry gales. "Knit--knit--knit-- The socks, and mittens, and gloves! Knit--knit--knit-- Each one that her country loves! The mittens with finger and thumb complete, The gloves for the drummers their drums to beat, And the nice warm socks for the shivering feet, Knit--knit--knit!" "Is that all you can remember? Oh, how good it is!" cried the children. "Suppose I make a verse?" said the little mother. "Oh, do! do! they all entreated. "Well, here it is: "And if you can't knit--crochèt![1] The mittens with finger and thumb, The old ones can finish a pair in a day, And the children each make one. For George, and his comrades brave, Who have gone our country to save, Will work heart and hand, till we make Dixie's land Repent for her sins, and behave!" The children thought this a capital verse, and Johnny came very near exclaiming, "Bully for you." Very luckily, he recollected himself in time, for his mother would have sent him to bed in "double quick," if he had uttered this vulgar, slang expression. [Footnote 1: Pronounced croshày.] "I had a talk with my ten naughty boys today," said Aunt Fanny. "Why, where in the world did you find so many together?" cried Harry. Who ever heard of such a quantity of bad children in a bunch? "I ought to have said," she answered, "that they were reported to me some time ago, as being very bad; but I did not find them so dreadful as I expected; besides which, my heart softened to them, and I made excuses for them to myself, because they are all orphans."