who will show me the way?"

"Watch!" cried the Fairy. "Keep the will, and watch for the way. It will
come! Did not the Fairy Prince himself say so? There is a mind within
you. Stir it up! Jump over hindrances, Sally Dukeen, and find for
yourself a way. It is _there_!"

"I will do my best to obey thee, dear Fairy," said poor little Sally.

But down deep in her "heart-place," a pain was tugging, a new pain she
did not in the least understand.

A foppish voice kept sounding in her ears: "Eh? eh? eh? And our fair
Lady Rosamond, prithee?"

CHAPTER VII.

SALLY SAYS, "I WILL!"

Sally knew all about the brave _Belle Virgeen_. In those days the
Virginia gentleman was not only lord of his house and lands, but up the
river came the vessels that bore the tobacco straight from his fields or
sheds to far distant shores.

The black men planted, cut, and packed tobacco, then acted as porters in
carrying it to the vessels. And Sir Percival owned a part of the _Belle
Virgeen_, which twice a year came back from the old country, laden with
silks, woollens, laces, ribbons, stockings, and many other things which
had been sent for by a few Southern traders.

Many a time had the child watched the lading and the unlading of the
_Belle Virgeen_, and, indeed, half the town was likely to be on hand
watching the ship go and come.

But for some reason Sally always kept out of sight when the people from
the great house were around. And if the Fairy Prince had ever seen her,
it would have been such a mere glimpse he had obtained that he surely
would never have known her again.

Now in three months more, _Belle Virgeen_ would spread her sails, and
away she would glide to another part of the world, and with her would go
the Fairy Prince. Then the weak voice mocked her again:

"Eh? eh? eh? And our fair Lady Rosamond, prithee?"

"The Lady Rosamond has money and beauty, friends, fine clothes, and many
things to please her," grieved Sally, "what need has she of the Fairy
Prince for company? She can read books, ride in the family coach, sit at
a fine table; but when the vessel sails away, what other comfort will I
find with his voice gone from the arbor, and in all Ingleside I can find
him not?"

"There is work to do, learning to get, many things to seek after," cried
her good Fairy. "Up and away! Be ashamed to brood and sorrow over what
you cannot help. There is much good to be found if you will but search
for it."

"Is there?"