As Sarah Brown landed on Mitten Island she could not distinguish the faces of the waiting crowd, but she heard sharp anxious voices.
"They ain't goin' to get 'er, not if I knows it."
"She never speaks but kindness, the dear lamb."
"She's more of a saint than any in the Calendar."
"She gave my Danny a room in 'er house, and put 'eart into 'im after 'e lost 'is sight in the War."
"She's the good fairy of the Island."
"She grew all them Sweet Williams in my garden in one night, when I first come 'ere and was 'omesick for Devon."
"The law's always after saints and fairies, always 'as bin."
"But the law can't catch 'er."
"The law has driven her away," said Sarah Brown. "There is no magic now on Mitten Island."