She smiles upon a man.

He is tall and young.

His face is fair; his hair falls in long, bright curls like yours.

She gives him this ring; she asks him to be her husband--no--surely a modest maiden would not do that." She stopped suddenly, snatched her hand from Max, returned the ring and cried, "No more, no more!" She tossed her hands in the air, as if to drive off the spirits, and without another word ran to the parlor laughing, and threw herself on Uncle Castleman's knee.

Max slowly made the sign of the cross and followed the little enchantress.