y
done been tole his ole Mammy am come? What's goin' to be de matter with
my Mars' Lion once I gets to nussin' 'im? They better stop cackling, de
whole caboodle ob dem, and leave my Mars' Lion 'lone with me!"

They were only too glad to have the capable old woman around. And in
truth, so jealous was Mammy Leezer of her charge that she would allow no
one to assist her day or night except Sally, even attending to the
wounded shoulder herself, which Doctor Hancocke felt satisfied she was
treating with skill.

Sally was glad to see in how many ways she could make herself useful.
She showed fine nerve and fettle, even helping to wind the bandages
around a wound, and being left in charge of certain sick ones while
older nurses attended to those who were more helpless.

For a few days she was allowed to sit by her Fairy Prince only while
Mammy Leezer made his gruel and steeped certain herbs she had brought
with her. Then Mammy trusted her to watch him while she stole away about
ten minutes at a time to indulge in a comforting little smoke.

Lionel was said to be doing well, although he lay with closed eyes and
did not seem to know any one. His father rode to Great Bridge on Lord
Rollin, but did not long remain. He was not welcome in camp; there was
nothing he could do, so he went away telling Mammy Leezer he should come
soon again.

It was Sally's best hour of the day when Mammy Leezer went to the
cook-room to prepare gruel and she was left alone with her Fairy Prince.

One rosy afternoon in late December, she bent over him and gently pushed
a lock back from his forehead. It would not stay, and for a moment she
held the fair lock back.

To her surprise she all at once looked into the deep blue eyes, which
were open and looking directly into her own.

"Who is it?" he whispered.

Sally flushed, dimpled, smiled; but for an instant could not turn her
eyes away.

"Who is it?" asked a weak voice.

"A Fairy," she said, in a spirit of mischief.

"Who is it?" came in a little stronger tone.

Just then Mammy came back, and the question reached her quick ear.

"I think he has come to himself," said Sally, as she made way for the
delighted old woman.

"Who is it?" Lionel kept repeating, "who is it? What is the Fairy's
name?"

"Now, honey, what you talkin' 'bout?" said Mammy, comfortably stirring
the gruel she held. "Jus' you keep quiet and drink this, and your ole
Mammy have you hoppin' about as spry as a skeeter in d