so! She's a chip of the old
block."

Father and daughter laughed and went on--out of this ward and into
another, quite empty. The two stood by the door and looked, and that
sadly enough. "All the cots, all the pallets," said Cary, in a low
voice. "And out in the lines, they who will lie upon them! And they
cannot see them stretching across their path. I do not know which place
seems now the most ghostly, here or there."

"It was hard to get mattresses enough. So many hospitals--and every one
has given and given--and beds must be kept for those who will be taken
to private houses. So, at last, some one thought of pew cushions. They
have been taken from every church in town. See! sewed together, they do
very well."

They passed into a room where a number of tables were placed, and from
this into another where several women were arranging articles on broad
wooden shelves. "If you will wait here, I will go slip on my outdoor
dress." One of the women turned. "Judith!--Cousin Cary!--come look at
these quilts which have been sent from over in Chesterfield!" She was
half laughing, half crying. "Rising Suns and Morning Stars and Jonah's
Gourds! Oh me! oh me! I can see the poor souls wrapped in them! The
worst of it is, they'll all be used, and we'll be thankful for them, and
wish for more! Look at this pile, too, from town! Tarletan dresses cut
into nets, and these surgeons' aprons made from damask tablecloths! And
the last fringed towels that somebody was saving, with the monogram so
beautifully done!" She opened a closet door. "Look! I'll scrape lint in
my sleep every night for a hundred years! The young girls rolled all
these bandages--" Another called her attention. "Will you give me the
storeroom key? Mrs. Haxall has just sent thirty loaves of bread, and
says she'll bake again to-morrow. There's more wine, too, from
Laburnum."

The first came back. "The room seems full of things, and yet we have
seen how short a way will go what seems so much! And every home gets
barer and barer! The merchants are as good as gold. They send and send,
but the stores are getting bare, too! Kent and Paine gave bales and
bales of cotton goods. We made them up into these--" She ran her hand
over great piles of nightshirts and drawers. "But now we see that we
have nothing like enough, and the store has given as much again, and in
every lecture room in town we are sewing hard to get more and yet more
done in time. The country people are so g