"Well, well, and so the little sea nymph has come to live at Sherwood
Hall for a time. My dear little Sprite, I am truly glad to see you."
He took the slender hand that she offered him, and the three chatted
gaily until dinner was served.
The fine dinner, exquisitely served, was a rare treat for Sprite, and
the pleasant evening that followed made her at once feel that she was,
already, a part of the family.
In her room, after the happy evening, Sprite wrote a loving letter to
the dear father and mother at the home by the sea.
She addressed it, and placed the stamp upon it, and then gave it a
place on the dresser where she would surely see it in the morning, and
thus remember to post it.
Princess Polly would liked to have kept awake to talk, but Sprite was
very tired, and soon her answers became so drowsy that Polly knew that
she needed sleep and rest. Little Sprite had been the first to drop
to sleep, but, accustomed to early rising, she was the first to wake.
She slipped from her bed, glanced at Polly, saw that she had not yet
awakened, and quietly began to dress.
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