r of the bonnie Blue Flag has grown to be eleven.'"

"Three cheers for the bonnie Blue Flag," called a voice and with a shout
the soldiers responded.

"Now three for our beloved president, Jefferson Davis! And three for the
Confederacy!" The men responded lustily.

"And three cheers and a tiger for Miss Bob, the child of the regiment,"
shouted another enthusiastically.

These had scarcely died away when some one called. "Why can't the 'Little
Yank' give us a song?"

"Yes, yes; the 'Little Yank,'" came from all sides.

For a moment Jeanne hesitated, and then she stepped forward into the
place which Bob had vacated. Her heart beat fast as she looked into the
expectant faces before her.

"I will sing of a flag too," she said in clear thrilling tones. With a
quick motion she drew the stars and stripes from her bosom and shaking
out its folds began earnestly:

"'Oh! say can you see by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming,
Whose stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watch'd were so gallantly streaming;
And the rockets, red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there!'"

For a few moments every one was still amazed at the girl's audacity, but
as the last strain of the first stanza came from her lips a hoarse, angry
murmur went up from the soldiers, and there was a movement toward her.
But Jeanne heeded it not and in triumphant tones began the chorus:

"'Oh! say, does that star spangled banner yet wave,
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!'"

"Chuck that!" growled one of the men.

"Stow it, or it will be the worst for you," called another.

"You asked me to sing," said the girl undauntedly. "And I will choose my
own song."

"She is right," and Colonel Peyton pushed his way to her side. "You asked
her, boys, and she can sing what she chooses. Take your medicine like men."

Sullenly the soldiers settled back into their places while Jeanne
courageously finished her song.

"It wasn't right," said Bob angrily as Jeanne joined her. "You didn't
treat the boys right. If dad hadn't been there they wouldn't have stood
it."

"If they don't want to hear such things they must not ask me to sing,"
cried Jeanne, her eyes blazing. "I am compelled to hear treason every day."

"You don't need to stay here," flashed Bob.

"I am sure that I don't want