was no longer really needed, she should return to other
duties. And Sally knew that he was right.

So, very early one morning, Sally threw her Fairy Prince a kiss when he
was sleeping and nobody saw, for Mammy had advised that he should know
nought of her going until she must tell him she had gone, and long after
midnight she was back with Goodwife Kendall, who received her with a
warm embrace, so truly glad was she to have the maiden back again.

It was a week later that Parson Kendall said to Sally, as he again met
her in the hall:

"My dear young damsel, I have but just parted from Sir Percival
Grandison, who hath been here to make inquiries concerning thyself.

"He declareth, doth Sir Percival, that you have bewitched his son, and
that nought will do but thou must repair to Ingleside and sit beside
him. The young man hath been brought by easy stages to his home, but
wearies all the time for his 'Fairy Girl.'

"Beshrew me, but I fear thou mayest be in very truth a kind of witch!"

The parson's mouth twitched with a smile he tried to keep back. Then he
added:

"I have laid thy whole story before Sir Percival, part of which he
already knew, and right pleased hath he been to find that the young maid
who has so drawn the fancy of his son is of good mind, a lady born, and
of kinship with his wife, the Lady Gabrielle.

"So prepare thyself, Maid Sara Duquesne, and in an hour the coach will
come to bear thee to Ingleside."

* * * * *

And to fair Ingleside went Maid Sally.

The doors opened wide to receive her. For the Lady Gabrielle Grandison
said that no lack of welcome should be shown one of her own name and
family.

The Lady Rosamond Earlscourt received her but coldly, but Lucretia was
kind and gentle in her greeting.

Never before that she could remember had Sally entered so grand a room
as the one in which sat the Fairy Prince well wrapped about with gaily
flowered comforters, the wide arm-chair drawn up before a great blazing
fire.

Sir Percival Grandison arose from a seat near his son as Sally came
forward, nor did he longer wonder that the warm-hearted Southern lad,
who was almost a man, had lost his heart to the lovely, blushing maiden.

Goodwife Kendall knew what she was doing in arraying Maid Sally in a
skirt of crimson bombazine, an overdress of rich silk, and a crimson
velvet bodice laced over quillings of white muslin, when she went forth
to meet her relatives.