Then Sylvia heard him say that Governor Pickens had seized Castle Pinckney, and that troops had been sent to Sullivan’s Island to occupy Fort Moultrie, and the United States Arsenal, situated in the midst of the city of Charleston, was also in possession of the secessionists.

Sylvia listened to every word, but without much idea of what it all meant.

“Can’t we buy the lockets to-day, Mother?” she asked.

“No, we must not go on the streets to-day,” Mrs. Fulton answered; but Mr. Waite smiled at the little girl and said: 

“I will gladly accompany Miss Sylvia if she has errands to do,” so Sylvia told him about the pictures and lockets for Grace and Flora, and Mr. Waite assured her mother and father that he could easily spare the time to go with her upon so pleasant an errand.  The friendly man realized that the little household were troubled and anxious, and that it would reassure them if their little girl could safely carry out her plan.  So the two set forth together.

Mr. Robert Waite was too well known for any southerner to doubt his loyalty to South Carolina, and his visit to Mr. Fulton’s house was in itself a protection to the family.  As they walked along Sylvia told him how kind Grace and Flora had been to her.

“If we should go away the lockets will remind them how much I think of them,” she said, and Mr. Waite smiled and said:  “Yes, indeed,” but it seemed to Sylvia that he was not really thinking about the lockets.

She held close to his hand, for there were crowds on every corner, and loud and violent threats against Major Anderson were heard from nearly every group.  Sylvia heard one man declare that it was the duty of Charleston men to fire upon Fort Sumter at once; and before they reached the shop where she was to purchase the lockets Sylvia began to fear that she would never see Captain Carleton again.

The lockets were purchased, and Mr. Waite took Sylvia to a studio to sit for the pictures for the lockets.  There was enough money left to purchase a fine doll for Estralla, and Mr. Waite gave her a box filled with candy of many kinds, shapes and flavors.  All these things occupied her thoughts so pleasantly that for a time she quite forgot the disturbance in the streets, and all the trouble that seemed so near to her and to her Charleston friends.

“I will call to-morrow,” said Mr. Waite, as he left the little girl at her own door.  “And tell your father that he had best not go on the streets unless he goes with my brother or myself.”

This last message made Sylvia very sober.  She came into the sitting-room holding her packages, and found her mother and Mrs. Carleton busy with their sewing, while her father was at his desk writing.  She repeated Mr. Waite’s message, and her father nodded silently.

Then Sylvia told them that the lockets and pictures would be ready the following day.  “And I have a doll for Estralla,” she concluded.