Children and upper class servants might gaze on at a distance, but no hangers-on would be permitted on that side of the road.
Up came Sally's will. Her strong, bright will.
"I mean to find some way to see it," she said, "but not by doing anything of which to be ashamed."
"Then set your wits to work," said her Fairy, "for wits you will need to bring that about."
And Maid Sally thought of a plan.
CHAPTER XV.
A COLONIAL BALL
The next Wednesday evening, after singing-school, Maid Sally said to Master Sutcliff, with many a blush and a queer quaking of the voice:
"I have a great desire to see something of the fine ball, but there appeareth no way for me to do it."
Master Sutcliff laughed at the courage as well as the frightened, anxious face of the maid. He next looked thoughtful for a space, and then said, with nods and bows that made Sally's heart leap: