of flame. After we broke the door down,
I only stood and superintended the moving of the cars. The men did the
real work."

"But you said the inside of the shed was a sheet of flame."

"Yes. The railroad had to give us all fresh uniforms. So we made new
toggery out of that night's work. I've heard people say militia are no
good. If they could have stood by me that night, and seen my company
working over those blazing cars, in that mass of burning freight, with
the roof liable to fall any minute, and the strikers firing every time a
man showed himself, I think they would have altered their opinion."

"Oh," said Leonore, her eyes flashing with enthusiasm. "How splendid it
is to be a man, and be able to do real things! I wish I had known about
it in Europe."

"Why?"

"Because the officers were always laughing about our army. I used to get
perfectly wild at them, but I couldn't say anything in reply. If I could
only have told them about that."

"Hear the little Frenchwoman talk," said Watts.

"I'm not French."

"Yes you are, Dot."

"I'm all American. I haven't a feeling that isn't all American. Doesn't
that make me an American, Peter, no matter where I was born?"

"I think you are an American under the law."

"Am I really?" said Leonore, incredulously.

"Yes. You were born of American parents, and you will be living in this
country when you become of age. That constitutes nationality."

"Oh, how lovely! I knew I was an American, really, but papa was always
teasing me and saying I was a foreigner. I hate foreigners."

"Confound you, chum, you've spoiled one of my best jokes! It's been such
fun to see Dot bristle when I teased her. She's the hottest little
patriot that ever lived."

"I think Miss D'Alloi's nationality is akin to that of a case of which I
once heard," said Peter, smiling. "A man was bragging about the number
of famous men who were born in his native town. He mentioned a
well-known personage, among others, and one of his auditors said: 'I
didn't know he was born there,' 'Oh, yes, he was,' replied the man. 'He
was born there, but during the temporary absence of his parents!'"

"Peter, how much does a written opinion cost?" asked Leonore, eagerly.

"It has a range about equal to the woman's statement that a certain
object was as long as a piece of string."

"But your opinions?"

"I have given an opinion for nothing. The other day I gave one to a
syndicate, and charged eight thousand dollar