Part 2 (1/2)
A GREAT UNDERTAKING
For a time affairs went on in their usual way, and the girls contented themselves with hemming towels and handkerchiefs and making socks. That is, all the girls save Jeanne Vance. With her the desire was stronger than ever to do something more than she had done.
”What makes you so thoughtful, Jeanne?” asked her father one evening looking up from his paper. ”You are as still as a mouse. Come, and tell me all about it.”
”It's the country,” said Jeanne settling herself comfortably on his lap and laying her head on his shoulder. ”I was thinking about our army and how much there was to be done for it.”
”I am afraid that you think too much about the war,” observed her father soberly. ”It is not good for you.”
”I can't help it, father. d.i.c.k's letters make me, and the work that you and mother do keeps it always before me. I am the only one who doesn't do much.”
”I am sure that you carried that fair through admirably, and have made a number of articles for the soldiers. Best of all you are looking after yourself so well that your mother and I can devote our whole time to the cause. And that is a great deal, my little girl.”
”But I should like to do something else,” persisted Jeanne. ”It doesn't seem as if I were helping one bit.”
”Very few of us can see the result of our labors. If you were in the army it would be the same way. A soldier often has to obey orders for which he can see no reason, but his disobedience might cause the loss of a battle. We are all of us part of a great whole striving for the same end. If each one does his part all will be well. If every little girl in the country would do as much as you are doing, the amount of work accomplished would be startling.”
”If I were a boy I could do more,” sighed Jeanne. ”It is very hard to be 'only a girl,' father.”
Mr. Vance laughed.
”But since you are one, Jeanne, try to be contented. I am very thankful for my daughter if she is 'only a girl.'”
”You are troubled too,” observed Jeanne presently, noting a look of anxiety on her father's face.
”Yes, child; I am.”
”Could you tell me about it, father? Perhaps it would help you. I feel ever so much better since I have talked with you.”
”I am afraid that you cannot help me, child. If only d.i.c.k were here,” and he sighed.
”Could I if I were a boy?” asked the girl, wistfully.
”Yes,” replied Mr. Vance unthinkingly. ”If you were a boy, Jeanne, with the same amount of brightness and common sense that you now have, I would be strongly tempted to send you forth on some private business.”
”Oh, father!” Jeanne sat bolt upright. ”Send me anyway. I am sure that I could do it just as well as a boy.”
”But this would necessitate a journey into the enemy's country. A bright boy could go through all right if he would exercise his wits, but a tender, delicate girl like you! Why, I couldn't think of it!”
”I could do just as well as a boy,” declared Jeanne with conviction. ”I am sure that I could. Please let me try, father.”
”I am sorry that I spoke of it, child. I will tell you just what the service is, and you will see the impossibility of any girl undertaking it. In the cities both North and South there are men whose duty it is to look after certain private matters for the government. In our communications with each other we must be very guarded. We do not dare to risk even the mails, because in almost every department of the service there are traitors. In some mysterious manner the enemy becomes aware of all our plans. Therefore we have tried and trusted men who are our go betweens. On some occasions we have employed boys because they could pa.s.s through the lines of the armies without being suspected of carrying important information. But as it is a hazardous business we use the boys only when there is no one else to send. Just at present our men are all out, and even the few boys who are ordinarily available are not on hand. That is why I spoke as I did.”
”Where would the boy have to go?” queried Jeanne, who had listened attentively.
”To New Orleans, dear. It is a long distance, and would be a perilous journey. You see, Jeanne, how I am trusting you. You will be careful not to repeat anything I say.”
”I understand perfectly, father. You need not fear when you tell me anything. You could not be useful if others knew of your affairs.”
”That is it precisely, my daughter.”