The birds sang as never before. The garden bloomed as never bloomed a garden before since the world was young.
Day after day the arbor held the Fairy Prince, and beside him sat his Fairy Girl.
Once Sally peered over the wall. The upper stone of her rocky seat had fallen to the ground.
"I shall want it no more," she thought.
There was a fine party and feast at Ingleside shortly before Lionel was to go away.
Mammy Leezer did her best. There was porcupine marmalade, sorghum foam, salads, nut and cheese cakes, macaroon paste, floating-island, syllabub, and sangaree.
Sally was all in white, white blossoms in her red gold hair, white blossoms at her breast.
As she roamed with Lionel about the lawn after the other guests had gone, and they stopped for a moment at the summer-house, the young man said:
"I think of you always, dear, as my Fairy Girl."
And Maid Sally replied: