"I will not," said Maid Sally.
"Now get for thyself food and drink," said the parson. "I have sharp summons to attend upon Mistress Cory Ann Brace, who lieth ill at her house. I was about to set forth to visit her when thou appearedst. And after thy repast, thou hadst best go to thy bed at once. I will speak with Goodwife Kendall a moment concerning thy story. Long sleep wilt thou need after thy night's campaign."
Sally smiled at the parson's speech. Full well she knew that while an army kept the field it was in "campaign."
"Did I keep the field last night, sir?" she inquired.
"Verily I think thou hadst the field all to thyself, from set out to finish," smiled the parson. "I am proud of thee! But let us know the next time when thou goest on rescue."
"I will, sir," said Maid Sally.
CHAPTER XXI.
THE QUEER NAME
When Sally, bright as a new sixpence, appeared at breakfast the next morning, Parson Kendall regarded her with much thoughtfulness. And when he said, soberly, "I would see thee again in the library after thy meal is finished," she wondered what he might have to say.
He spoke gently, but wasted no words as he began: