"yes," Burr sighs, "that is all well, and a point well made. I am tried now, and would like to see them, but perhaps you might bring them after I nap. Might little Theo stay with me?" Her eyes are closing--she is tired after feeding, warm milk.

Burr will be careful not to roll over--blankets tucked around his sides.

"The general is a six two beast of man, I am sure even recovering in a wagon he was intimidating, yet I myself am commonly mistaken for a woman in stature, even in breeches! Ah well, at least I will get to watch darling Theo while you are riding in the line--are you not jealous? Give us both a kiss before you go."