"I will not," I assured her. She was truly noble.
"But I did think that you understood us," she said pensively.
"Miss La Heu, when you talked to me about the President and the White House, I said that you were hard to answer. Do you remember?"
"Perfectly. I said I was glad you found me so.'
"You helped me to understand you then, and now I want to be helped to further understanding. Last night I heard the 'Ode for the Daughters of Dixie.' I had a bad time listening to that."
"Do you presume to criticise it? Do we criticise your Grand Army reunions, and your 'Marching through Georgia,' and your 'John Brown's Body,' and your Arlington Museum? Can we not be allowed to celebrate our heroes and our glories and sing our songs?"
She had helped me already! Still, still, the something I was gr
