"Wait for me! wait for me!" she cried through the open doorway every time the proud horse pawed the ground in dire impatience, and when at last she was ready, and sat enthroned like a little queen in front of her dark-robed friend, Jack looked at her with eyes fairly bewildered by her beauty. And as she leaned her golden head confidingly against the Black Horseman's shoulder, he put spurs to his gallant steed and galloped off, and she turned and waved and kissed her little hand to Jack, who stood watching her till the flying sunny curls had quite disappeared from sight, before he turned back, with a sigh, to his cottage. It was nearly midnight next day when the black horse returned, and its rider handed down tenderly from the saddle into the boatman's arms the sleeping form of his darling. "She is weary, poor little maiden," he said; "but the long riding has nowise harmed her, and she has gladdened her mother's heart. It may be long ere she shall again see her. Farewell!" And with no more parley he galloped away into the darkness, the ringing sound of his horse's hoofs lingering long in the stillness of the silent summer night. It was late next morning when the child awoke, and when she began eagerly to recount her adventures they had already become an indistinct dream to her infant mind. She chattered much about the long ride, but had evidently fallen asleep before reaching her destination, for she remembered nothing about her arrival, or reception by the "beautiful lady," who had dressed her next morning, and had taken care of her all day, telling her stories and playing with her and petting her, and at last cried very bitterly when the Black Horseman came to say he must take her home. "So," concluded Primrose, "I said I would come and see her another day. And I told her all about you, dad, and the bridge, and still she cried. And I told her, because she was so pretty, she might walk on the bridge and pay no pennies. Then she laughed, and the Black Horseman came and lifted me on the horse, and soon it got very dark, and I went to sleep. Why did she cry, dad?" "It may be that she would fain have some little girl like you, Primrose, to live with her always," said Jack, "and cried for loneliness at parting with you. Would you like to go and live with the pretty lady, my darling?" "No," answered the child, shaking her head; "I will stay with you, dad, because I love you, and the bridge, and Master Rhys, and the funny old hole in the wall, where the wicked people had to look through and say they were sorry. I told the pretty lady all about that, and about all the books that Master Rhys keeps on his shelves, and she said I must be good and learn all the lessons he bids me, so that I may grow up wise like him." And having exhausted her powers of recollection, Little Miss Primrose ran off, with her favourite doll in her arms, to her seat on the bridge, where she recounted her adventures over again to this deaf and dumb