"The princess!" repeated the little miner, taking off his curious cap.
"I beg your pardon; but you oughtn't to be out so late. Everybody
knows
that's against the law."
"Yes, indeed it is!" said the nurse, beginning to cry again. "And I
shall have to suffer for it."
"What does that matter?" said the boy. "It must be your fault. It is the
princess who will suffer for it. I hope they didn't hear you call her
the princess. If they did, they're sure to know her again: they're
awfully sharp."
"Lootie! Lootie!" cried the princess. "Take me home."
"Don't go on like that," said the nurse to the boy, almost fiercely.
"How could I help it? I lost my way."
"You shouldn't have been out so late. You wouldn't have lost your way
if
you hadn't been frightened," said the boy. "Come along. I'll soon set
you right again. Shall I carry your little Highness?"
Madhuri Noah
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