moving, as I have known some do who ought to have been princesses,
but
were only rather vulgar little girls. She did as she was told, stepped
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
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