"I'm going with my bwother Fwank," he declared, shouldering arms over his johnny-cake. "And if any body--any webel"--breathing earnestly--"hurt my bwother Fwank, me shoot 'em me will!""Yes," remarked Helen, "you and Frank will put down the rebellion, I've not the least doubt."This was meant for a sly hit at Frank's youthful patriotism; but Willie took it quite seriously."Yes," he lisped; "me and Fwank--we put down the webellion. Take aim!"--pointing his toy at his father's nose. "Fire! bang! See, me kill a webel.""How little the child realizes what it is to fight the rebels," said his mother, with a sigh."I'm afraid," said Helen, "Frank doesn't realize it much more than Willie does. He has just about as correct a notion about putting down the webellion."