Sitting in my window that sorrowful day I saw three officers in gray uniforms galloping rapidly along Main Street. I recognized familiar figures in them all before they came as far as the Arlington. One turned out of Main Street, riding home to his wife, as I knew, before they reached the window; another did the same. The third came galloping past. I thrust my head out of the window. “Walter!” I called. He looked up. “Hello, Nell!” he cried, waving his hat around his head and galloping on. He was on his way to his bride from whom he had parted at the altar. But even at this supreme moment of their lives he and Betty were good enough to remember me, and in a few hours after I hailed him from the window Walter called. “Where is Dan?” was my first question. “I don’t know, Nell,” he answered. “But I know he’s alive and well and will be along in a few days.” That was all the comfort I got from any friends returning from the field. A little later there was a grand review of Federal troops in Richmond, and I remember how well-clad and sleek they were and how new and glittering were their arms. Good boots, good hats, a whole suit of clothes to every man--a long, bright, prosperous-looking procession. On the sidewalk a poor Confederate in rags and bootless, stood looking wistfully on. The next day I heard that General Rooney Lee had arrived, and I went to see him. I was shown up to his mother’s room, and she told me that he had not come, but was hourly expected. When I called the next day I met him and Miss Mildred Lee in the door. They were going out, but the general stepped back with me into the hall. “I came to see if you could tell me anything about Dan, general.” “Mrs. Grey,” he said, “you know Dan as well as I do. He isn’t whipped yet. I told him it was all foolishness, and that the war was over, but he wouldn’t surrender with me, and is going through to Johnston’s army. But he will have to come back, and he will be here soon, I think. Johnston’s army has surrendered.” “You think then that nothing has happened to him, general?” “Oh, no. I am sure of that.” General Lee dropped his voice. “Mrs. Grey, it may be several days before Dan gets in. In the meanwhile let me supply your wants as best I can. You should not mind applying to me or accepting assistance from me.” “I appreciate your kindness more than I can tell you, general, but I don’t really need anything.” “If you should stand in need of money or assistance of any kind before Dan gets in, let me know, won’t you?” “Indeed I will, dear general.” We all three walked down Franklin Street together until Miss Mildred, who was going to see some friends on Grace Street, had to turn. After the two had just turned the corner I heard the general say: “Wait for a minute, Mildred.” He slipped back, put his hand in his pocket, and took out a thin roll of bills, a very thin roll.