d now, instead of a matted mop, it lay row upon row of soft,
loose, orderly ringlets, so careless yet neat in arrangement that Sally
awoke right there to a knowledge of the extreme beauty of her luxurious
hair.

She gurgled with laughter, saying, in the pretended new voice:

"You will find out considerable about yourself, Maid Sally, what you can
do, and maybe what you can be, if only you follow what I teach. High
time it is you waked up."

Then replied a forlorn young voice:

"Yes, but what good doth it do a poor thing like me to wake up? It is
only to find out how mean and soiled is my dress, how brown are my hands
and feet, and worst of all, that no matter how hard I might long for it,
learning is not for a maid of my quality."

"Prithee, be patient!" cried the new Sally, cheerily. "Thou hast already
made of thyself a more seemly looking maid; still better things may come
ere long."

New words came into Sally's mind as she talked to her other self, and
her language became more proper, sure sign that somewhere within her a
truly fine nature was hidden away.

When she appeared at supper that afternoon, Mistress Cory Ann exclaimed:

"Oh, good Peter! do look at the young one's head, will you? Now have you
been meddling with my comb to-day?" she asked, sharply.

"I found an old brush that I washed and used, Mistress," Sally
answered, "and I think it were time my hair should be made decent."

"Now don't go wasting time trying to get up smart looks," said Mistress
Cory Ann; for, truth to tell, it was sorry she felt to see the great
change and improvement in Sally's appearance. And what was more, she had
noticed that the useful child was growing careful and thoughtful in a
way she did not at all desire she should. Because, if Sally began making
the most of herself, what might it not lead to, pray?

She was through her supper so soon that Mistress Brace again said,
tartly:

"If you take not time to eat your victuals, seeing you are let off after
supper, it is to the table you will stay until the rest of us are
through."

Sally thought to herself, "I will tarry longer at the table to-morrow
night," but now, off she flew, and in a trice was through the hedge, on
the stones, and peeping with great care at a wonderful table, such as
she had never dreamed of in her brightest of fancies.

The long board gleamed with shining, spotless linen. Glass and silver
dishes covered the table. Sprays of green, and bright, cho