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The two horsemen did not at first notice Roxy. One of them drew a paper from his pocket, opened it and said:

“This is the road to Sharpsburg. I’m sure of it,” and before he could say more his companion exclaimed:

“Well, little miss! You look surprised! Have you never seen a soldier before?” and he smiled down at Roxy.

“Oh, yes, sir! But all the soldiers I have seen wore blue clothes,” Roxy answered.

“And where were these blue-clothed soldiers?” continued the man, as he swung himself from the saddle and stood beside the little girl.

“They were in Washington,” replied Roxy, “but I saw my father’s regiment when it marched down High Street in Newburyport!”

The man looked at her as if puzzled, and repeated “Newburyport?” and then glanced at his companion who now dismounted and stood near his horse’s head.

“That’s not a Maryland town, is it?” he questioned, and Roxy eagerly replied:

“Oh, no! Newburyport is in Massachusetts. That’s my home, but my mother and I are visiting Grandma Miller!”

The two men glanced at each other in evident surprise, and the man who had first noticed Roxy said thoughtfully: