and--ah, I have it! I have it! You must be a King's daughter, a princess
indeed!"

"But, madame, my father is plain Reuben Olmstead, a good and honest man,
yet only a fisherman."

"But, no, my child, you do not yet comprehend. The King, it is thy
Father in heaven, and thou must be one of those who call themselves the
King's Daughters. It is a great society which does extend over the whole
world of Christians, and each one of the members does take her pledge to
do some good each day, for the help of mankind. It is 'in His name' that
they do this, and their reward it is in heaven!" She spoke with great
earnestness, and Sara listened breathlessly.

A princess, a daughter of the King of kings, endowed with the birthright
of high thoughts and noble deeds, enrolled in the royal order of the
Saviour of men! Surely here was a destiny grand and glorious enough to
satisfy the highest ambition.

Her eyes darkened with the rush of thoughts that kept her silent, and
finally she drew a long breath, looking up with such humility, yet
kindling joy, that her words seemed but an echo of her glance.

"I will be one; teach me how!"

As she spoke, the baby who had been sitting on the doorstep contentedly
sucking his orange, now broke through the rind of his yellow globe of
sweets, to find nothing left but a bitter shell, and thereupon set up a
wail and toddled over to Sara.