you would be glad to see yourself in citizen's clothes once more, and so
I told Jane to put one of your old suits on the bed where you would be
sure to see it."

It was Mrs. Gray who spoke, and her words were addressed to her son
Rodney, who just then stepped out of the hall upon the wide gallery
where his father and mother were sitting. Rodney had been at home about
half an hour just long enough, in fact, to take a good wash and exchange
his fatigue suit for a sergeant's full uniform.

In the first volume of this series of books we told of the attentions
our Union hero, Marcy Gray, received while he was on the way to his home
in North Carolina, and how very distasteful and annoying they were to
him. We said that the passengers on his train took him for just what he
wasn't--a rebel soldier fresh from the seat of war, or a recruit on his
way to join some Southern regiment--and praised and petted him
accordingly. Marcy didn't dare tell the excited men around him that he
was strong for the Union, that he had refused to cheer the Stars and
Bars when they were hoisted on the tower of the Barrington Military
Academy, and that if a war came he hoped the secessionists would be
thrashed until they were brought to their senses--Marcy did not dare
give utterance to these sentiments, for fear that some of the half tipsy
passengers in his car might use upon him the revolvers they flourished
about so recklessly. He was obliged to sail under false colors until he
reached Boydtown in his native State, where Morris, his mother's
coachman, was waiting for him. Rodney Gray, the rebel, who you will
remember left the academy a few weeks before Marcy did, received just as
much attention during his homeward journey. Sumter had not yet been
fired upon, but the passengers on the train were pretty certain it was
going to be, and gave it as their opinion that if the "Lincolnites"
attempted "subjugation" they would be neatly whipped for their pains.
Being in full sympathy with the passengers Rodney was not afraid to tell
who and what he was.

"I am neither a soldier nor a recruit," he said over and over again,
when some enthusiastic rebel shook him by the hand and praised him for
so promptly responding to the President's call for volunteers. "I am a
Barrington cadet on my way home, and I am under promise to enlist inside
of twenty-four hours after I get there. Do you see this gray suit? I
shall not wear any other color until the independence of