Just then Mammy came back, and the question reached her quick ear.
"I think he has come to himself," said Sally, as she made way for the delighted old woman.
"Who is it?" Lionel kept repeating, "who is it? What is the Fairy's name?"
"Now, honey, what you talkin' 'bout?" said Mammy, comfortably stirring the gruel she held. "Jus' you keep quiet and drink this, and your ole Mammy have you hoppin' about as spry as a skeeter in de twinklin' ob an eye."
"No, no, Mammy," cried the young man, in a weak voice, but masterful way, "who was it bent over me? I must know. They always thought me wandering in mind after my fall in the pine woods. I saw a Fairy face bending over me, and a fair creature gave me water. I saw the Fairy again, just a glimpse, and once more, just now. I'll take neither bite nor sup till I see her again!"
Sally had disappeared. She grew frightened at thought of having the Fairy Prince try to find her out, and off she ran as Mammy went up to the cot.
She was quietly feeding a man whose right arm was in a sling, when Mammy Leezer's plump, rolling figure came toward her.
"Yo'll done hev to come and see Mars' Lion," said Mammy, "he's comin' 'roun' all right shor', for he's pert as a two-year-ole rooster! He won't take de grool from his ole Mammy, nor anyting, till he see de Fairy he done gone crazy 'bout. You better get some un else to feed dat man, and tote ober to Mars' Lion."
The feeding was really through with, and Sally, trembling and flushing, went back to the side of her Fairy Prince.
He held out his hand, and Sally put hers into it.