"Of course there'll be fighting."
"Of course—and in a day or two. Good-by."
"Good-by."
"I'll come round later and inquire about your father. Give him my love."
Margaret ran up-stairs to her father's room. He was in great pain, but perfectly calm and collected. As Margaret entered, the doctor went out, and she was alone with her father.
"Are you feeling badly, dear?" she said.
"I am feeling more easy than a moment ago," said the senator. "Bring a chair over here, Peggy; we must have a little talk."
She brought a little upright chair and sat down facing him, her right hand nestling over one of his.
"The doctor," said the senator, "considers that my condition is critical."
"Papa—"
"I disagree with him. I shall, I believe, live to see the end of this civil riot, but I cannot be sure. So it behooves me to ask
