Today was a very interesting day. Ever since we sent my brother, George, to fight for the Confederates, I have hated the Union "Yanks". This morning, I saw a Union flag on my porch. Naturally, I had to tear it down; they had no right to put their flag on my house! When the Yanks came back, I would not return their flag, so they decided to arrest me. I am just a young girl and they actually arrested me! My neighbor, Dr. Charles W. Stevens, testified on my behalf that I was not a "dangerous person", and I was released. The word around town is that I am St. Louis's "Littlest Rebel". The nicknames do not bother me. No Yanks are going to boss me around.
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