"Looks downright bad down t' Richmond. McClellan's landed seventy-five thousand men. Magruder lost a skirmish at Yorktown. All the Richmond women are making sandbags for the fortifications. Papers talk awful calm and large, but if Magruder gives way and Johnston can't keep McClellan back, I reckon there'll be hell to pay! I reckon Richmond'll fall." "Anything more?" "That's all to-day."
He got talking with Richmond, old times and all, and he just wanted to come. And the railroad's going through the ten-acre pasture, and Richmond'll get a lot of money." Sabrina's hand rested on the girl's head. "There, dear," she said movingly. "Didn't I tell you? Don't cry till to-morrow, an' maybe you won't have to then." Clelia sat up, wiping her eyes and laughing. "That isn't all," she said.