didn't stoop a bit. She was dressed in black velvet with thick white
heavy-looking lace about it; and on the black dress her hair shone like
silver. There was hardly any more furniture in the room than there
might
have been in that of the poorest old woman who made her bread by her
spinning. There was no carpet on the floor--no table anywhere-nothing
but the spinning-wheel and the chair beside it. When she came back,
she
sat down again, and without a word began her spinning once more,
while
Irene, who had never seen a spinning-wheel, stood by her side and
looked
on. When the old lady had succeeded in getting her thread fairly in
operation again, she said to the princess, but without looking at her:
"Do you know my name, child?"
"No, I don't know it," answered the princess.
"My name is Irene."
"That's _my_ name!" cried the princess.
Madhuri Noah
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