ust, and I
will."

She was very quiet for a few moments after that.

Then, all at once, something woke up in Sally. Something that had never
awakened before. It was a sudden thought and knowledge of what she was
herself.

"Only just a know-nothing!" she whispered, "a poor little old
know-nothing!" and she hung her head. "Can't read! Can't write! Can't
spell! Can't anything but just scrub and dub. Oh, he wouldn't speak to
me, he wouldn't look at me! How sick my heart feels, and how tired I
am!"

Then something else woke up in Sally. Something stirred in her heart for
the first time. She tugged at her wretched little dress as she repeated:

"He said that the lad or the girl that was determined to get learning
could find a way. Did you hear _that_, Sally Dukeen?"

CHAPTER IV.

THE FAIRY PRINCE

Very proud, very rich, very aristocratic was Sir Percival Grandison.
Very proud and handsome was the Lady Gabrielle Grandison, who came of
the ancient house of Earlscourt, England. Proud and well educated was
Lucretia, only daughter of Sir Percival and Lady Gabrielle. Rich,
haughty, and pretty was Rosamond Earlscourt, niece of Lady Grandison,
and a kind of ward, for Rosamond had no parents, and spent much time at
Ingleside.

Last, but not least, first, in fact, in our story, comes Lionel, only
and deeply beloved son of the Grandison household.

Lionel, no doubt, like the rest of the family, was proud of his good
lineage. He had deep blue eyes, fair hair, a slightly beaky nose, and
curved mouth, which gave his features a look of great pride. He walked,
too, with the air of a prince, bravely flinging his young crest to the
soft airs and stanch patriotism of his native Southern colony.

Yet no one called Lionel proud. If anything went wrong at "the
quarters," where were the cabins of the black servants, the boys and
girls were beginning to go with their troubles to "Mars' Lion" sooner
than to "ole Mars" or "Mistis."

They were all boys and girls, those black people, until they were past
fifty; then they were generally called "mammy," "aunt," or "uncle."

And there was not a rood of ground, a horse, colored person, gate or
wall, but was an attraction to Maid Sally, so long as it belonged to
Ingleside.

And were it but said that Master Lionel was coming along, she would
manage to lurk near the corner, or catch a glimpse from the window of
Sir Percival's grand young son.

It was June, hot, balmy, fragrant June