"I am too happy to undress," she said, "or else too full of what I have seen. I must think it all right over."
And there she stayed the livelong night with her shawl about her.
When at last she fell asleep, she saw her Fairy Prince, in his velvet coat, his rich small-clothes and dancing-shoes, as large as life before her. The music of the violins with the deep note of the bass viol sounded almost as plainly in her ears as they had in the Hall of Burgesses.
But standing in the full light of the streaming candles was Rosamond Earlscourt, a lovely creature in silks and jewels, beckoning with an eager finger to the Fairy Prince.
Would he go? He had started toward her when his eye fell on a young maiden who was hiding midst the players on the platform.
This so alarmed the maid that she hid far behind Master Clinton's bass viol. But peeping around after a few moments, she saw the Fairy Prince was close at hand.
With a frightened jump she awoke. The sun was streaming into her little room.
"He was going to find me," said Maid Sally.