A.N.: Okay, I intended this to be a big story, then a one-shot, and now I want it to be a huge story. So, sorry that I made a closing on the last chapter.

The year is 1860. A young girl was walking through Richmond. She nervously looked at her fan. Someone yelled, and while all backs were turned, a blue ball hit the fan and a random bunch of letters popped on it. She turned around a walked home.

"Caroline," her mother said, "where have you been? I need your help. Soldiers are coming in and need food."

"I'll go get my apron, Mamma." Caroline said. She quickly left, climbed up the stairs, and went to her room. She closed the door.

"Now we shall see what I must do." she whispered. She unscrambled the message to read, ' Tell Howards to see that there are few in her area. Someone is a traitor." Caroline gasped.

"Caroline, where are you?"

"Coming, Mamma!" Caroline called, grabbing her apron.

"Oh, Caroline, I need some more milk. Can you go get some?"

"Yes, Mamma. I'll be back as soon as I can." Caroline said. She left.

"Ah, Caroline!" a young man called.

"Mr. Smithens, what can I do for you this fine day?"

"Ms. Taylor, the only thing I can ask for is your hand in marriage. I love you."

"James, I'm afraid I cannot say the same for you. Now I have an errand for my mother I must get to." she left him staring dumbstruck as she entered Howards' Store.

"Ms. Taylor, what can I get for you?" Mrs. Howards asked.

"Some milk, please." Caroline said. While Mrs. Howards' back was turned, Caroline threw a word ball onto a crate of peaches. It said, 'Be careful. There is a traitor.' she stomped and it now read, 'Itheare itorcabe eufl.' she got her milk and left.

The message helped the North win the Civil War, and yet Caroline was never recongnized as a spy.

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