Like a ripe, tropical flower looked the maid as she bowed before Sir
Percival.

The Fairy Prince again took her hand in both of his and kissed it.

* * * * *

And while the struggle went on between king's men and colonists, fair
Maid Sally became a frequent guest at Ingleside.

[Illustration: "MAID SALLY BECAME A FREQUENT GUEST AT INGLESIDE."]

The Fairy Prince _would_ have it so.

She knew that when the spring should come, he would go forth under him
who was to be the great commander-in-chief, George Washington, to again
do battle for his beloved country. Nor would she have him stay.

And then came a brave, welcome day, when Sir Percival Grandison became
convinced that the colonists were right in resisting the king's rule,
and boldly said so.

The character of Washington, too, so calm, so grand, and determined, was
that of a man to be trusted, and Sir Percival took his stand with the
American cause, once and for all.

In February, Lady Rosamond Earlscourt took her departure for England,
intending to remain there.

Early in June the Fairy Prince was to join a company under the
commander-in-chief.

Ah, but that month of May! sweet, sweet May!

The birds sang as never before. The garden bloomed as never bloomed a
garden before since the world was young.

Day after day the arbor held the Fairy Prince, and beside him sat his
Fairy Girl.

Once Sally peered over the wall. The upper stone of her rocky seat had
fallen to the ground.

"I shall want it no more," she thought.

There was a fine party and feast at Ingleside shortly before Lionel was
to go away.

Mammy Leezer did her best. There was porcupine marmalade, sorghum foam,
salads, nut and cheese cakes, macaroon paste, floating-island, syllabub,
and sangaree.

Sally was all in white, white blossoms in her red gold hair, white
blossoms at her breast.

As she roamed with Lionel about the lawn after the other guests had
gone, and they stopped for a moment at the summer-house, the young man
said:

"I think of you always, dear, as my Fairy Girl."

And Maid Sally replied:

"I saw you in this garden once and called you my Fairy Prince."

"Promise me you will never have any Fairy Prince in your heart but me!"
he cried.

"I promise I will never have any Fairy Prince in my heart but you," said
Maid Sally.

THE END.

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