“No.”
“Japan,” cried Jinny, with her little face glowing.
“No.”
Then the little girls pondered. “It might be India,” ventured Jenny, but the Princess shook her head. Then Jinny cried: “It’s Ceylon!” and that was right.
And after that Jinny brought a cargo of oranges from Florida and Jenny brought a cargo of rugs from Persia, and there were cargoes of spices and of coal and of coffee and of fish and of grain and of lumber, and the Princess finished triumphantly by carrying a cargo of oysters from the Chesapeake Bay.
“One more,” begged Jinny.
“I carry a cargo of castles,” said the sparkling Princess; “where do I hail from?”
The little girls guessed and guessed, and at last the Princess said:
“That wasn’t a fair one, really, for my castles are castles in Spain.”
Then, with Jinny in her arms, she told them of her own castle-building, and when she had finished, she said: “And so your mother shall have all of my sewing, and that will keep her busy until Spring.”