She dressed herself with care, putting on a brown and scarlet linsey-woolsey gown but just made, and bought nearly all with her own money. Then she slipped out at the front door. It was her day to recite to Parson Kendall, and although she scarcely dared think it out, there was a resolve forming under the warm tints of her ruddy hair.
But here was her Fairy with something to say.
"What are you going to do, Maid Sally?"
"I know not, good Fairy, but I mean not to sleep to-night at Mistress Cory Ann's."
"Hast any other home?"
"No, good Fairy, but mayhap I will find one."
"Have you any fixed idea about it?"
"N-o; I have only in my mind that of which I cannot yet speak."
"Very well, then be brave and do not falter. You have long felt ill at ease with the Tory woman; tell not too much, but speak the truth boldly."
"I mean to," said Maid Sally.