grandmother says."
By the time Peter returned, the storm was nearly over, but the streams
were so fierce and so swollen, that it was not only out of the question
for the princess to go down the mountain, but most dangerous for
Peter
even or Curdie to make the attempt in the gathering darkness.
"They will be dreadfully frightened about you," said Peter to the
princess, "but we cannot help it. We must wait till the morning."
With Curdie's help, the fire was lighted at last, and the mother set
about making their supper; and after supper they all told the princess
stories till she grew sleepy. Then Curdie's mother laid her in Curdie's
bed, which was in a tiny little garret-room. As soon as she was in bed,
through a little window low down in the roof she caught sight of her
grandmother's lamp shining far away beneath, and she gazed at the
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