"The will is strong enough," whispered Sally, "the will is not wanting, but the way, dear Fairy, 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.