"I've got it now, you see," she said, coming back to the princess, "all
ready for you when you want it."
Going to her cabinet, she laid it in the same drawer as before.
"And here is your ring," she added, taking it from the little finger of
her left hand, and putting it on the forefinger of Irene's right hand.
"Oh, thank you, grandmother. I feel so safe now!"
"You are very tired, my child," the lady went on. "Your hands are hurt
with the stones, and I have counted nine bruises on you. Just look what
you are like."
And she held up to her a little mirror which she had brought from the
cabinet. The princess burst into a merry laugh at the sight. She was so
draggled with the stream, and dirty with creeping through narrow
places,
that if she had seen the reflection without knowing it was a reflection,
she would have taken herself for some gypsy-child whose face was
washed
and hair combed about once in a month. The lady laughed too, and
lifting
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