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The Princess and— 23
inside the door at once, and shut it gently behind her.
" Come to me, my dear," said the old lady.
And again the princess did as she was told. She approached the old lady—rather slowly, I confess, but did not stop until she stood by her side, and looked up in her face with her blue eyes and the two melted stars in them.
"Why, what have you been doing with your eyes, child?" asked the old lady.
" Crying," answered the princess.
"Why, child?"
" Because I couldn't find my way down again."
" But you could find your way up."
" Not at first—not for a long time."
" But your face is streaked like the back of a zebra. Hadn't you a handkerchief to wipe your eyes with?"
"No."
"Then why didn't you come to me to wipe them for you?"
" Please, I didn't know you were here. I will next time."
"There's a good child!" said the old lady.
Then she stopped her wheel, and rose, and, |
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