one of them, and up to the door.
The moment his hand fell on the latch, through all the uproar of winds
and waters came the joyous cry of the princess:--
"There's Curdie! Curdie! Curdie!"
She was sitting wrapped in blankets on the bed, his mother trying for
the hundredth time to light the fire which had been drowned by the
rain
that came down the chimney. The clay floor was one mass of mud, and
the
whole place looked wretched. But the faces of the mother and the
princess shone as if their troubles only made them merrier. Curdie
laughed at sight of them.
"I never _had_ such fun!" said the princess, her eyes twinkling and her
pretty teeth shining. "How nice it must be to live in a cottage on the
mountain!"
"It all depends on what kind your inside house is," said the mother.
"I know what you mean," said Irene. "That's the kind of thing my
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