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She lifted her hand with a coh unconsciously,--then let it drop at her side Lydia Herbert looked at her perplexedly

"You talk so very strangely!" she said

Morgana smiled

"Yes, I know I do!" she admitted--"I am what old Scotswomen call 'fey'! You knoas born away in the Hebrides,--my father was a poor herder of sheep at one time before he came over to the States I was only a baby when I was carried away from the islands of mist and rain--but I was 'fey' from my birth--"

"What is fey?" interrupted Miss Herbert

"It's just everything that everybody else is NOT"--Morgana replied--"'Fey' people are ic people; they see what no one else sees,--they hear voices that no one else hears--voices that whisper secrets and tell of wonders as yet undiscovered--" She broke off suddenly "Wehere"--she resu the bridesmaids' dresses and that the very day of the cere to er Seaton!"

"You like hih! I can see you like hinet,--he 'draws'! You fly towards hi-wax and you a snippet of paper! But you soon drop off! Oh, that valse! Isn't it entrancing!"

And, swinging herself round lightly like a bell-flower in a breeze she danced off alone and vanished in the crowd of her guests

Lydia Herbert recalled this conversation now, as she stood looking froain saw, as in a vision, the face and eyes of her "fey" friend,--a face by noattraction which was al in her!" had declared New York society generally--"Except her money! And her hair--but not even that unless she lets it down!"

Lydia had seen it so "let down," once, and only once, and the sight of such a glistening rope of gold had fairly startled her

"All your own?" she had gasped

And with a twinkling sana had answered

"I--I THINK it is! It seems so! I don't believe it will come off unless you pull VERY hard!"

Lydia had not pulled hard, but she had felt the soft ripplingfrom head to far below the knee, and had silently envied the owner its possession