Chapter VI “And you may lead a thousand men, Nor ever draw the rein, But ere ye lead the Faery Queen "Twill burst your heart in twain.” He has slipped his foot from the stirrup-bar, The bridle from his hand, And he is bound by hand and foot To the Queen o’ Faery-land. Sir Hoggie and the Fairtes Site weeks later, on a very foggy Sunday, Dick was returning across the Park to his studio. “This,” he said, “is evidently the thrashing that Torp meant. It hurts more than I expected; but the Queen can do no wrong; and she certainly has some notion of drawing.” He had just finished a Sunday visit to Maisie, — always under the green eyes of the red-haired impressionist girl, whom he learned to hate at sight, — and was tingling with a keen sense of shame. Sunday after Sunday, putting on his best clothes, he had walked over to the untidy house north of the Park, first to see