nto the moonlight.
"I'm lost, and I don't know where to go."

"A girl! It's true I do declare!" burst from the sentinel's lips as he
lowered his gun. "How do you come to be here in the woods at this time
of night?"

"I am trying to get back to New Orleans, and I must have taken the wrong
road." Jeanne was trembling but she tried to control herself. "Oh, could
you tell me where I could get something to eat and a place to sleep? I--I
am afraid."

Her voice broke and despite her efforts at self-command she burst into
tears.

"There! Never mind! I'll take you to Miss Bob," said the soldier with
rough kindness. "The woods ain't no place fur a girl at night. Just come
with me."

Jeanne followed him gladly. A brisk walk of fifteen minutes brought them
to a camp. The tents gleamed white among the trees and it seemed to the
girl as though she had never seen so many in all her life before. Some
men lounged lazily about one of the many fires that dotted the place,
talking in subdued tones. They stared at the girl as the sentinel came
in with her but made no remark. The soldier paused before a small tent
and called softly:

"Miss Bob! Miss Bob! are you asleep?"

"What is it, Johnson?" came the reply in the soft sleepy tones of a girl.

"Here is a girl out here who is lost. She is hungry and wants a place to
sleep. Will you see to her? I am on duty."

"Certainly. Go back to your post, Johnson. I will be out in a minute."

"All right." The soldier saluted and walked off leaving Jeanne a prey to
conflicting emotions.

In a few moments the flap of the tent was pushed aside, and the slight
figure of a girl about Jeanne's own age emerged from it.

"You are lost?" she asked advancing toward Jeanne and speaking quickly.
"And hungry, I think Johnson said. Come, we'll have something to eat, and
then go to bed. Are you tired?"

Jeanne nodded, unable to speak.

"Sit here by the fire while I fix things. Jim," to one of the men, "this
girl is hungry. Will you help me get something for her to eat?"

"'Course I will, Miss Bob." The man sprang to his feet and walked briskly
away disappearing into what Jeanne afterward learned was the commissary
department.

"We'll have something in a jiffy," remarked the girl encouragingly,
beginning to poke up the fire.

"See here, Miss Bob, let me do that," and another of the men ran to her
side. "I reckon Jim and me can fix things. 'Tain't no work for you."

Soon cold chicken, bread, and