tion>Lucy Foster Madison
A Daughter of the Union
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4057664596147
Table of Contents
CHAPTER II A GREAT UNDERTAKING
CHAPTER III STARTING FOR DIXIE
CHAPTER IV A TIMELY RENEWAL OF ACQUAINTANCE
CHAPTER V CASTING BREAD UPON THE WATERS
CHAPTER VII THE EXAMPLE OF A GIRL
CHAPTER VIII THROUGH SHOT AND SHELL
CHAPTER IX JEANNE MEETS THE HERO OF NEW ORLEANS
CHAPTER X AN UNFORESEEN RESULT
CHAPTER XI CLEARED OF SUSPICION
CHAPTER XII AN UNEXPECTED GREETING
CHAPTER XIII UNDER EVERY FLOWER THERE LURKS A SERPENT
CHAPTER XIV A VICTIM OF DECEIT
CHAPTER XV BEFORE GENERAL BUTLER AGAIN
CHAPTER XVI THE VELVET GLOVE CONCEALS THE IRON HAND
CHAPTER XVIII IN THE ENEMY’S CAMP
CHAPTER XX THE ARREST OF A SPY
CHAPTER XXI A SURPRISE AND AN ESCAPE
CHAPTER XXVI JEANNE MEETS FRIENDS
CHAPTER XXVII A PRISONER OF WAR
CHAPTER XXVIII THE SIEGE BEGINS
CHAPTER XXIX MADAME FOR THE LAST TIME
CHAPTER XXX THE END OF THE SIEGE
A DAUGHTER OF THE UNION
CHAPTER I
WHAT GIRLS CAN DO
“That finishes everything,” exclaimed Jeanne Vance, placing a neatly folded handkerchief in a basket. “And oh, girls, what a little bit of a pile it makes!”
The five girls drew their chairs closer to the basket and gazed ruefully at its contents.
“How many handkerchiefs are there, Jeanne?” asked one.
“There are fifty handkerchiefs and five pairs of socks. It seemed like a great many when we took them to make, but what do they amount to after all?”
“There isn’t much that girls can do anyway,” spoke another. “If we were boys we could go to the war, or, if we were women we could be nurses. I don’t like being just a girl!”
“Well, I wouldn’t mind it so much if there was anything I could do,” remarked Jeanne who seemed to be the leader. “But when Dick is in the army, father in government service, and mother at work all day in the Relief Association, it is pretty hard not to be able to do anything but hem handkerchiefs and make socks.”
“A great many persons don’t even do that,” said Nellie Drew, the youngest girl of the party. “And they are grown-up people, too.”
“Then the more shame to them,” cried Jeanne indignantly. “In such a war as ours every man, woman and child in the United States ought to be interested. I don’t see how any one can help being so. For my part, I am going to do all that I can for the soldiers if it is only to hem handkerchiefs.”
“What else could we do? We can’t help being girls, and Miss Thornton was pleased when we asked for more work. She said that our last socks were done as well as women could do them. I am sure that that is something.”
“That
