Now and then amazing things are done on this great stage of ours: lights go down; the back drop, which had given the illusion of solidity, reveals itself transparent. A sort of fairyland transformation takes place. Beyond the once solid wall strange figures move on — a new mise en sc?ne, with the old blotted out in darkness. The lady, whom we left knitting by the fire, becomes a fairy — Sara Lee became a fairy, of a sort — and meets the prince. Adventure, too; and love, of course. And then the lights go out, and it is the same old back drop again, and the lady is back by the fire — but with a memory. This is the story of Sara Lee Kennedy's memory — and of something more. . . .