r, and everything was orderly, abundant, and inviting.

Master Sutcliff said something to a man close at hand, and the next
moment he was bidding Sally good night, at the same time he laid
something on her arm.

"Merely a cheese-cake," he said, and in the soft moonlight Sally saw
that she held a heart-shaped cake filled with currants, with thin
spires of cocoanut and cheese standing thick all over the top.

She entered the house through the shed at the side, went to her cubby of
a room, and sat down on the floor with her head against the bed.

"I am too happy to undress," she said, "or else too full of what I have
seen. I must think it all right over."

And there she stayed the livelong night with her shawl about her.

When at last she fell asleep, she saw her Fairy Prince, in his velvet
coat, his rich small-clothes and dancing-shoes, as large as life before
her. The music of the violins with the deep note of the bass viol
sounded almost as plainly in her ears as they had in the Hall of
Burgesses.

But standing in the full light of the streaming candles was Rosamond
Earlscourt, a lovely creature in silks and jewels, beckoning with an
eager finger to the Fairy Prince.

Would he go? He had started toward her when his eye fell on a young
maiden who was hiding midst the players on the platform.

This so alarmed the maid that she hid far behind Master Clinton's bass
viol. But peeping around after a few moments, she saw the Fairy Prince
was close at hand.

With a frightened jump she awoke. The sun was streaming into her little
room.

"He was going to find me," said Maid Sally.

CHAPTER XVI.

"I CAN'T BUY TEA"

Although Sally had not slept until late the night of the ball, yet quite
early she awoke the next morning, and, gathering the shawl closely about
her, she began going over the fine sights and sounds, that had left a
charm in her mind like unto a Fairy dream.

The longing in the maid's young heart for better things than those she
had, fairly cried out within her, as she thought of the appearance and
the graces of those high-born dames.

"I should have a better home," she said, glancing around her miserable
room. "There must be ways in which I can raise myself. I am getting of
an age to raise myself could I but see how to do it, yet I would wish to
do nothing wrong."

"There can be no wrong in wishing to better your condition," said her
Fairy; "you are no slave."

"Then I will watch for a c