The Littlest Rebel Page #2

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- Well, I'm not afraid of you.

- Well, I'm glad you're not.

I think it'd be awful if a nice,

little girl like you were afraid of me.

Nevertheless, you better

mind your manners, young lady...

and don't use that slingshot again.

I wish I was in Dixie

Hooray, hooray

In Dixieland I'll take my stand

To live and die in Dixie

Away, away

Away down South in Dixie

Away, away

Away down South in Dixie

- Mommy?

- Yes, Virgie.

When is Daddy

coming to see us again?

Oh, we can't tell, darling. He's a long

distance away, and it's not so easy as it was.

- Why isn't it?

- Because we're in enemy territory now.

What does " enemy territory'' mean?

Well, it means that the Yankees have captured

this land, and it doesn't belong to us anymore.

And every time that Daddy comes to see us,

he has to cross through the enemy lines...

and that's very dangerous.

I can't understand it.

I say my prayers every night...

and I say a special prayer

for Daddy to come and see us...

but it doesn't seem to do any good.

So yesterday I started

praying in the daytime too.

I prayed twice yesterday,

and I prayed three times today.

I'm sure it'll work now, Mommy.

Here comes Daddy!

It's Daddy!

- Massa Cary.

- Uncle Billy.

Tears?

Joy!

Me too, Daddy. Look.

Southerners never cry.

- Oh, what are these things then?

- Raindrops.

- On a sunshiny day? Aww!

- Ohh!

Can you stay long this time, Daddy?

Not this time either, darling.

I have to get right on.

I'll see if Rosabelle

has your lunch ready.

- Are they getting a fresh horse for me?

- Everybody knows just what to do.

- We practice it every day.

- Oh, God love you!

Miss Virgie,

I brought you some water and a towel.

- I thought maybe Massa Cary

would like to wash his face.

- Thank you,James Henry.

Didn't nobody tell me to do it either.

I thought of it all by myself.

Well, you must be thinking better

than you used to,James Henry.

Yes, sir, Massa Cary.

I even think more often now.

-James Henry!

- Yes, Miss Virgie?

Didn't I tell you

to bring this water?

That's right. It was you.

I thought it was Uncle Billy.

What was that I thunk up

all by myself?

Oh, yes. I was gonna polish

Massa Cary's boots.

Didn't nobody tell me to do that,

did they?

Never mind my boots,James Henry.

Go water my horse.

Yes, sir, Massa Cary.

Daddy?

Are we winning the war?

Well, things are going along.

- Will it last much longer?

- Mm, I hope not.

- Do you have to work hard in the war?

- We all have to do our share.

Every time I see you

you're always so tired.

Well, I'm not tired now.

You're giving me new strength.

I miss you, Daddy.

Do you miss me?

Indeed I do.

You know when I miss you the most?

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