sojer, mahm, and no inimy av yours, mahm."
"What will you do for me if I help you?" said the girl.
"Anything," said Aladdin.
"Will you say 'God save Jefferson Davis, President of the Confederate States of America,' and sing 'Dixie'—that is, if you can keep a tune. 'Dixie''s rather hard."
"I'll 'God bless Jefferson Davis and every future President of the Confederate States, if there are any,' ten million times, if you'll help me out, and—"
"Will you promise not to fight any more?"
A long silence.
"No."
"You needn't do the other things either," said the girl, presently. Her voice, oddly enough, was husky.
"I thought it would be good to see a Yankee suffer," she said after a while, "but it isn't."
"If you could let a ladder down," said Aladdin, "I might be able to get up it."
"I'll get one," said the girl. Then she
