“Come, children,” said Mrs. Eastman, after a pause, “since the play is over, let us adjourn to the library.” And she departed, followed by the others. Harrington, seeing Muriel linger, half-absently, paused near her. Becoming aware that he was looking at her, she looked up from her musing, with a quiet smile. “Well, fairy prince,” he said, lightly. “Ah,” she replied, with pensive playfulness, “you recognize the fairy prince in me, then, do you? And that is the fairy prince I am to follow through all the world.” She had approached him as she spoke, and while he looked at her with an inquiring face, seeking to fathom the riddle of her speech, she passed close by him, with a light waft of delicate perfume, and vanished into her chamber. He stood for a moment, lost in a sense of some unravelled mystery lurking in her words and manner, and then suddenly turned and went down-stairs. CHAPTER XIV. THE ANTI-SLAVERY CONVENTION. Transformed again in lace and lilac from a fairy prince to a fairy princess, Muriel joined her friends in the library. Music and blithe talk filled up the hours till tea-time, and after tea they prepared to go to the Convention. Mrs. Eastman had declined accompanying them, and they set out together through the moonlit dusk, Harrington escorting Emily, and Wentworth Muriel. “Why, how cold it has grown!” exclaimed Emily, surprised at the strange chillness of the air, as she and Harrington walked up the shadowy street. “Yes, indeed,” replied Harrington, “and the wind has changed to the north, I verily believe. After this warm, delicious day, too! But no New Englander has a right to be surprised at the freaks of the climate.”