young Colonist. And Mistress Kent listened in
surprise to some things she said that winter, wondering that a mere
child should know her own mind so well.

"I suppose," she said one day, "that we ought to love the king and obey
him. But here we are way off by ourselves in another country, where the
people have their own homes, and fields and lands of their very own. And
why should they want to keep taxing us harder and harder over in
England, when we owe them nothing at all, and ask nothing of them? _I_
wouldn't pay such unjust claims!"

Mistress Kent was timid, and watched carefully her speech, and could
only warn the out-spoken child to be careful herself.

"The times are hot and full of threat," she said, "it is feared there
may be fighting before long; it were better to watch our words."

And Sally tried to be prudent, although it tried her sorely when
Mistress Cory Ann would raise her voice and declare that folks were
fools who thought it best to oppose the king. But she said those things
most frequently when the men were away.

And Sally found great comfort and delight in her lessons, which
increased from time to time. She also sang in the choir and at
singing-school, greatly to Master Sutcliff's help and satisfaction.

One day she picked up part of a newspaper in the road, and was surprised
to find that not a word of it could she read.

This was late in the fall, after her Fairy Prince had again gone away,
bound for Oxford and its halls of learning. And as time went on, not a
particle of the dreamy, story-like charm that clustered about the young
Lionel died out of her heart. If anything, it grew stronger. Nor was it
strange that, with her fancy-loving nature, the lonely child had to set
up a kind of dream-castle for her mind to feed upon.

Yet all was pure and innocent as could be, and, if not real, it yet was
helpful. And if into her heart had grown a kind of affection for her
Fairy Prince, who was so far removed from her in many ways, she felt
that it must always stay just where it was, in truth a secret admiration
for one far beyond and above her.

"Because," she said to herself, "we are oceans apart, not only because
the great sea rolls between us, but because in every way he is so far
away."

Now on this day when the strange paper came into her hands, Sally went
slowly along, puzzling over the words, until she exclaimed:

"Oh, I know what it meaneth! The paper is in another language, and how I
w