The Maid, blushing now at the tumult of applause, stretched out her arms, took the little one into them, and held her in a close embrace whilst she bowed her last graceful thanks to the joy-maddened crowd.

Then she slipped from her horse, and holding the little one fast by the hand, disappeared into the house, whilst the people reluctantly dispersed to hear the story all over again from the soldiers pouring in, each with some tale of his own to tell of the prowess of THE MAID OF ORLEANS.
Yes, that was the name by which she was henceforth to be known.

The city was wild with joy and pride thus to christen her.

And she, having crossed by the bridge, as she had said, sat down for a brief while to that festal board which had been spread for her.

But fatigue soon over-mastering her, she retired to her room, only pausing to look at us all and say: "Tomorrow is the Lord's own day of rest.