The master's son had been reckoning on seeing her, and he danced with no one else, and never took his eyes off her. But, before the dance was over, she slipt off, and home she went, and when the maids came back she, pretended to be asleep with her cap o' rushes on. Next day they said to her again, “Well, Cap o' Rushes, you should ha' been there to see the lady. There she was again, gay and ga', and the young master he never took his eyes off her.” “Well, there,” says she, “I should ha' liked to ha' seen her.” “Well,” says they, “there's a dance again this evening, and you must go with us, for she's sure to be there.” Well, come this evening, Cap o' Rushes said she was too tired to go, and do what they would she stayed at home. But when they were gone she offed with her cap o' rushes and cleaned herself, and away she went to the dance. The master's son was rarely glad when he saw her. He danced with none but her and never took his eyes off her. When she wouldn't tell him her name, nor where she came from, he gave her a ring and told her if he didn't see her again he should die. Well, before the dance was over, off she slipped, and home she went, and when the maids came home she was pretending to be asleep with her cap o' rushes on. Well, next day they says to her, “There, Cap o' Rushes, you didn't come last night, and now you won't see the lady, for there's no more dances.” “Well I should have rarely liked to have seen her,” says she. The master's son he tried every way to find out where the lady was gone, but go where he might, and ask whom he might, he never heard anything about her. And he got worse and worse for the love of her till he had to keep his bed. “Make some gruel for the young master,” they said to the cook. “He's dying for the love of the lady.” The cook she set about making it when Cap o' Rushes came in. “What are you a-doing of?”, says she. “I'm going to make some gruel for the young master,” says the cook, “for he's dying for love of the lady.” “Let me make it,” says Cap o' Rushes. Well, the cook wouldn't at first, but at last she said yes, and Cap o' Rushes made the gruel. And when she had made it she slipped the ring into it on the sly before the cook took it upstairs. The young man he drank it and then he saw the ring at the bottom. “Send for the cook,” says he. So up she comes. “Who made this gruel here?” says he. “I did,” says the cook, for she was frightened. And he looked at her, “No, you didn't,” says he. “Say who did it, and you shan't be harmed.” “Well, then, 'twas Cap o' Rushes,” says she. “Send Cap o' Rushes here,” says he. So Cap o' Rushes came. “Did you make my gruel?” says he. “Yes, I did,” says she. “Where did you get this ring?” says he. “From him that gave it me,” says she. “Who are you, then?” says the young man. “I'll show you,” says she. And she offed with her cap o' rushes, and there she was in her beautiful clothes.