Did you ever hear tell of the 'good people,' missie, over the sea where you come from ?" "Fairies, do you mean ?" cried Griselda, her eyes sparkling.

"Of course I've _heard_ of them, but I never saw any.

Did you ever ?" "I couldn't say," answered the old woman.
"My mind is not young like yours, missie, and there are times when strange memories come back to me as of sights and sounds in a dream.

I am too old to see and hear as I once could.

We are all old here, missie.
'Twas time something young came to the old house again." "How strange and queer everything seems!" thought Griselda, as she got into bed.