eighteen, who
would enter the ranks on our side?"

"I have no doubt of it," answered the parson, "and it may be that very
glad we shall be of the assistance of the younglings."

No one noticed how rosy grew the face of Maid Sally, or how short became
her breath as the talk went on. But long ere this had she made up her
mind that, should war break out, her Dream Prince would want to be in
the thick of the fight, and on the right side.

The lad who stood at the edge of the lawn one night, and said, in firm,
decided tones, that he meant to act as should a man, would never sit
tamely down and let others struggle for the liberty he was to enjoy.

One soft evening well past mid April, Sally walked over in the direction
of Ingleside. She had wearied at heart for the sound of the voice of her
Fairy Prince, yet she told herself there was but little chance of
hearing him, even should she go but just once more to the rocky seat.
For had she not seen him go by but a few moments before in the Ingleside
coach?

No; Sally thought it was he who sat beside his sister Lucretia, but she
was mistaken.

"I will see if the seat still be there," she said to herself, as,
entering the hedge, she saw in a moment that the great stones were just
as they had been months before.

Ah! but she had been there only a few moments when she blushed and
tightly clasped her hands together at sound of a well-known voice, as
quick footsteps came toward the arbor.

"Now here," said the voice of the Prince, "we can talk without danger of
being overheard.

"You know, Reginald, I would not willingly do anything to disturb or to
anger my sire, but I feel it my solemn duty to do all that one young
man can to put down tyranny and unjust rule, which is oppression.

"How can my father allow himself to be so mistaken? Or how can he fail
to see that Governor Dunmore has insulted us, and treated us like
children in taking away our gunpowder, leaving us as he did with no way
of defending ourselves in case of an attack?

"I reckon he found out his mistake when he was obliged to pay us for it,
for he could not stand before the fury of the people when they found out
what had been done."

Poor Sally had felt a twinge that hurt when Lionel Grandison said, "Now
here we can talk without danger of being overheard." The nicer part of
her nature asked if she ought not at once to go away from the rocks. But
she could hardly have done that without herself being overhear