turn in the road. She could usually avoid meeting
them, but to-night they were so near she must needs pass them.

As she hurried by, some green sprays she had held fluttered to the
ground. The next instant a tall, graceful form was by her side, and a
pair of curious eyes were peeping into her straw bonnet.

"Permit me, ma'selle," said a pleasant voice, and the green sprays were
offered her.

Sally had raised her eyes in surprise, but said "Thank you," and was
hurrying on when the soldier suddenly exclaimed "Ah! ah!" as if
surprised at the beauty of the young face, and had no mind to let the
maid escape so easily.

"There are many abroad to-night," he said, with a strange way of calling
his words, "and it might be convenient to have a friend near; would
ma'selle permit me to walk beside her?"

But Sally, with all her shyness at times, was no coward, and she very
well knew that the British soldier and a stranger should not seek to
walk with her. So she replied, in a low voice but with a fine, maidenly
air:

"My home is at the parson's close by. I have no fear, nor is there need
that any one should walk with me;" and she raised her eyes part way to
his face.

The soldier said "Ah!" again, but this time with so great a note of
surprise that Sally looked him full in the face, and lo! it was not a
young man at all that she saw, but a tall, handsome man with thick
moustaches that were going gray.

Now neither Englishmen nor Americans wore moustaches in those days. A
beard or side-whiskers were often worn, but Sally had never before seen
a man with long moustaches that swept his smooth cheek.

But it was not the brave, distinguished look of the soldier that made
Sally pause for an instant with her eyes on his face. Some dim memory
was stirred at sight of him. As she dropped her eyes the soldier said,
in a gentle voice:

"Would not young ma'selle tell her name? I bear myself a name both true
and tried, one of which never to be ashamed. I would know what name
ma'selle is called by."

Sally was quick of thought.

"Parson Kendall might better tell my name," she said. "Oh, and here
comes Mammy!"

And making excuse to dart away, Sally hastened forward at sight of Mammy
Leezer, who had come along at the right moment.

Mammy was out in great glory. A gay bandanna, really a handkerchief of
red silk with yellow dots, was made up into a gay turban, with rabbit's
ears that stood erect just over the middle of her forehea