ed. As for Hugh, a waking dream seemed to banish sleep from his
eyes. He could see it all again--the green sunshiny hollow, and the
shining pool--a little listless figure standing under the silver
birch. A tremulous voice breaks the silence--"oh, Hugh, I tried so
hard to be lost, do not be angry with me"--No, no, he will not go back
to that. Stay, he is in the Manse parlor--the door opens--there is
Titania in her spring dress, all smiles and blushes; his Wee Wifie is
transformed into the queen of all the fairies. "God bless her, and
make me worthy of her love," he thinks, humbly, as he recalls her
sweet looks and words; and with that brief prayer he slept.

Fay would willingly have remained for a few days with her friends at
the Manse; she wanted to show Hugh all her favorite haunts, and to
make him better acquainted with the good Samaritans who had so
generously sheltered her; but Hugh was anxious to have his wife to
himself and to get over the awkwardness of the return home. He would
bring her back in the autumn he promised her; and with that Fay
consoled poor Jean.

As for Fergus, he had reason to bless Aunt Jeanie's hospitality; for
Sir Hugh overwhelmed the inhabitants of the Manse with liberal tokens
of his gratitude--Aunt Jeanie, Fergus, Jean, even pretty Lilian
Graham, reaped the effects of English munificence. Fay had _carte
blanche_ to buy anything or everything she thought suitable. Silk
dresses, furs, books, and a telescope--long the ambition of the young
minister--all found their way to the Manse; not to mention the
princely gift that made the young couple's path smooth for many a year
to come. Want of generosity had never been a Redmond failing. Hugh's
greatest pleasure was to reward the people who had sheltered his lost
darling.

It was a painful moment for Hugh's proud nature when he first crossed
the threshold of his old Hall, with Fay looking shy and downcast
beside him, but Fay's simplicity and childishness broke the brief
awkwardness; for the moment she saw Mrs. Heron's comely face she threw
her arms round her neck with a little sob, and there was not a dry eye
among the assembled servants when she said in her clear young
voice--"Oh, how glad I am to be amongst you all again. Was it not good
of my husband to bring me back? You must all help me to make up to him
for what he has suffered."

"It was too much for the master," observed Ellerton afterward, "he
just turned and bolted when my lady said t