one of the king's men,--and by the way,
we had but until lately a fort of that name,--and he quite likely will
acquaint Lady Grandison with the fact that she hath a young kinswoman in
the town. But, my dear damsel, she would, I fear, look but coldly just
now on one whom she would regard as a little rebel."

"Then her son is a rebel, too," said Sally, with dimples plumping in.

"Yes, and hath been aided in helping the rebel army, by his young
kinswoman, Sara Duquesne," laughed Parson Kendall with quiet glee.

"I must go away by myself awhile," again said Maid Sally.

"And take thy good Fairy with thee," said the parson. "But return from
wherever thou goest in an hour, for Goodwife Kendall and myself go to
Cloverlove plantation to dine, and we go by stage, which passes there
and will not return until near evening.

"I have lessons for thee to learn, and would not have thee dwell too
much on the knowledge that hath come to thee, and is indeed very
pleasant."

"I think the world has turned topsyturvy," said the maiden, with the
look of one who dreams.

"And Fairies are but bright fancies of very human creatures," said the
parson, in a low, kind voice.

CHAPTER XXII.

THE BATTLE OF GREAT BRIDGE

It would seem that the knowledge Maid Sally now carried under the
burning gold of her thick tresses was making a woman of her.

Very gay and glad at heart was she, for, had not the dearest dream of
her life come true? She was a high-born damsel, and--could it be
true?--the blood of her Fairy Prince was also in her veins.

But instead of being filled with foolish pride because of these things,
she said wisely to herself:

"Now must I study yet more, for I would not shame in any way the people
who are my people although they know me not. Some day they may know me
well."

And so the maiden plunged into her books anew, and also grew skilled in
embroidery, even copying the pattern on her mother's dainty cape, and
copying it well too, on a skirt of fine India muslin that had lain in
Mistress Brace's trunk.

A few weeks after the young Virginians had started for Boston there had
come a hard battle, even the battle of Bunker Hill.

And Hotspur had borne his young master to the distant colony barely in
time to take part in it, after first meeting his friends at the
turnpike.

In July, Sir Percival Grandison received from his son an account of the
hard contest. He told how all night he and his comrades, delicately