Mr. Fulton sent a darky with a message to Sylvia’s mother that he was taking the little girl for a sail to the forts, and in a short time they were on board the Butterfly, as Sylvia had named the white sloop, and were going swiftly down the harbor.

“May I steer?” asked Sylvia, and Mr. Fulton smilingly agreed.  He was very proud of his little daughter’s ability to sail a boat, and although he watched her shape the boat’s course, and was ready to give her any needed assistance, he was sure that he could trust her.

As they sailed past Fort Sumter Sylvia could see men at work repairing the fortifications.  Over both forts waved the Stars and Stripes.

She made a skilful landing at Fort Moultrie, greatly to the admiration of the sentry on guard.  Mr. Fulton and Sylvia went directly to the officer’s quarters, which were in the rear of the fort, and where Mrs. Carleton gave Sylvia a warm welcome.  She asked the little girl about her school and Sylvia told her what had happened that morning.

“I am not surprised,” said Captain Carleton.  “I expect any day that Charleston men will take Fort Sumter, and fly the palmetto flag, instead of the Stars and Stripes.  If Major Anderson had his way we would have a stronger force in Fort Sumter, and that is greatly needed.”

Major Anderson was the officer in command at Fort Moultrie.  He was a southern man, but a true and loyal officer of the United States.

When Captain Carleton and Mr. Fulton went out Mrs. Carleton asked Sylvia if she was sorry to leave the school, and if she liked her schoolmates.  Sylvia was eager to tell her of all the good times she had enjoyed with Grace and Flora, and declared that they were her true friends.  Then she told Mrs. Carleton about Estralla, and of her resolve that the little darky girl should not be separated from Aunt Connie.

“Your best plan, then, will be to go and see Mr. Robert Waite and ask him.  He is a kind-hearted man, and perhaps he will promise you to let the child stay with her mother.  I hope it will not be long now before all the slaves will be set free,” said Mrs. Carleton.

Before Sylvia could respond Captain Carleton came hurrying into the room.  He had a letter in his hand, and asked Sylvia to excuse Mrs. Carleton for a moment, and they left the room together.  In a few moments Mrs. Carleton returned alone, and Sylvia heard Captain Carleton say:  “It is worth trying.”

“My dear Sylvia, I want you to do something for me; it is not really for me,” she added quickly, “it is for the United States.  Something to help keep the flag flying over these forts.”

“Oh, can I do something like that?” Sylvia asked eagerly.