unding one part of the grounds, and close to this wall was a little
summer-house, or arbor, where the young people liked to stray of an
evening, and enjoy the cool, sweet breezes of the fair Southland.

Just outside this high, bordering wall, was a thick hedge nearly as
high as the wall itself, and with but the merest space between. And here
it was, between wall and hedge, that Sally, poor, half-neglected little
Maid Sally, was wild to cut over from Slipside Row and hide herself.

Because, ah! because she had found out that young Lionel Grandison, son
of Sir Percival and Lady Gabrielle Grandison, was in the habit of roving
over to the arbor after supper with his books, and supposing himself
alone, would often read aloud.

But now, his cousin, the Lady Rosamond Earlscourt, was spending the
summer at Ingleside, and Lionel, sixteen, tall, straight, and manly in
his boyish beauty, was reading aloud evenings to his fair cousin
Rosamond and his sister, Lucretia Grandison, a Fairy story.

He had read later than usual the night before, and, ah! it was almost as
if a Fairy had lifted her lightsome wand and granted some great boon
when Mistress Cory Ann said to Sally that after supper she could go
where she liked, and work would be over for the day.

That would give her time in which to do a bit of prinking, even such as
pulling out her tangled locks and putting her poor little dress as
straight as she could, then to run over to Ingleside at about the time
that supper would be over there, and Lionel would begin his delightful
reading.

No wonder Sally squeezed her own spare little sides with delight, as she
realized that now unless it rained she could fly night after night to
her enchanted grounds, and hear the clear voice of young Lionel
Grandison reading the beautiful Fairy tale.

Yes, it was of a truth like a piece of Fairy luck that had come into the
child's lonely life.

CHAPTER III.

THE END OF FAIRY TOWN

Sally had not heard the first part of the Fairy story, but what she had
heard was remembered, every word.

And enough it was for her to know that some poor little child had been
charmed to rest in a Fairy's arms, and had wandered, in sweet dreams,
off to Fairy Town.

She went next day about her work scarcely thinking of what her hands
were doing, and so full were her thoughts of the lovely flowers and
meadows of Fairy Town that she had paid no attention when Mammy Leezer
stood talking with Mistress