He
was not thinking of himself, that was plain; and the homely,
expressive features got a place in my heart from that time.
The little cavalcade passed on from us; the crowd melted away,
and Miss Cardigan and I came slowly again up Fifth Avenue.
"Yon's a mon!" quoth Miss Cardigan, speaking as she did in
moments of strong feeling, with a little reminder of her
Scottish origin.
"Didn't you like him?" I rejoined.
"I always like a man when I see him," said my friend. "He had
need be that too, for, he has got a man's work to do."
And it soon appeared that she spoke true. I watched every
action, and weighed every word of Mr. Lincoln now, with a
strange interest. I thought great things depended on him. I
was glad when he determined to send supplies into Fort Sumter.
I was sure that he was right; but I held my breath as it were
to see what South Carolina would do. The twelfth of April told
us.
"So they have done it, Daisy!" said Miss Cardigan, that
evening. "They are doing it, rather. They have been firing at
each other all day.
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