Grace and Sylvia were together a great deal, and every morning Sylvia
would run out to the front porch to wave a good-bye to Grace on her way
to school. Then there was Estralla's lesson hour, her own studies, and
Mrs. Carleton was teaching her to crochet a silk purse as a gift to Mr.
Robert Waite, so that Sylvia did not think very much about the soldiers
at Fort Sumter.
"What do you think about starting for Boston with us, Mrs. Carleton?"
Mr. Fulton said one night just as Sylvia was going up-stairs. "I really
think the time has come for me to take Sylvia and her mother to Boston,
and I am sure Captain Carleton would want you to go with us."
"And Estralla and Aunt Connie will go, too; won't they, Father?" said
Sylvia, running back to her father's side.
"Yes, child. But I thought you were upstairs," responded Mr. Fulton. "Do
not speak of our leaving Charleston to anyone. Remember. Not to Grace or
Estralla, until your mother or I give you permission."
Sylvia promised. It seemed to her the best of good news that they would
soon see Grandmother Fulton, and she went happily off to bed thinking of
all she would have to tell her grandmother, and of the long letters she
would write to Flora and Grace. "And when summer comes they must both
come and make me a visit," she thought, little knowing that when summer
came no little southern girl would be allowed to visit a Boston girl.
CHAPTER XX
"TWO LITTLE DARKY GIRLS"
"When will Mr.
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