The Trenholms are
exceedingly kind to us. Whenever that majordomo of theirs makes his appearance
with that big basket of his, plenty prevails in this section of the Ballard.
Heaven bless them! To demolish the contents of that basket is like getting into
a home kitchen. Will the time ever come when we can have real coffee to drink
again? Our trunk of provisions is gone, and we often feel gone without them!
Ernestine says Lise and I are completely spoiled for any other life than this
surging, intoxicating stream of brass buttons, epaulettes, and sword-belted
manhood. It may be so; I am afraid it is. There is an air of military
inspiration around us; it pervades our being; we exist in a tremor of ecstasy,
or else foreboding. Our Richmond life holds a little of everything, save ennui—not
a grain of that in it.
SOURCE: South
Carolina State Committee United Daughters of the Confederacy, South
Carolina Women in the Confederacy, Vol. 1, “A Confederate Girl's Diary,”
p. 282
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