The Princess and the Goblin | Page 6

very pleasantly with the continued hum of her
wheel:
'Come in, my dear; come in. I am glad to see you.'

That the princess was a real princess you might see now quite plainly;
for she didn't hang on to the handle of the door, and stare without
moving, as I have known some do who ought to have been princesses
but were only rather vulgar little girls. She did as she was told, stepped
inside the door at once, and shut it gently behind her.
'Come to me, my dear,' said the old lady.
And again the princess did as she was told. She approached the old lady
- rather slowly, I confess - but did not stop until she stood by her side,
and looked up in her face with her blue eyes and the two melted stars in
them.
'Why, what have you been doing with your eyes, child?' asked the old
lady. 'Crying,' answered the princess.
'Why, child?'
'Because I couldn't find my way down again.'
'But you could find your way up.'
'Not at first - not for a long time.'
'But your face is streaked like the back of a zebra. Hadn't you a
handkerchief to wipe your eyes with?'
'No.'
'Then why didn't you come to me to wipe them for you?'
'Please, I didn't know you were here. I will next time.'
'There's a good child!' said the old lady.
Then she stopped her wheel, and rose, and, going out of the room,
returned with a little silver basin and a soft white towel, with which she
washed and wiped the bright little face. And the princess thought her
hands were so smooth and nice!

When she carried away the basin and towel, the little princess
wondered to see how straight and tall she was, for, although she was so
old, she 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 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 got her thread fairly going 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.
'I know that. I let you have mine. I haven't got your name. You've got
mine.'
'How can that be?' asked the princess, bewildered. 'I've always had my
name.'
'Your papa, the king, asked me if I had any objection to your having it;
and, of course, I hadn't. I let you have it with pleasure.'
'It was very kind of you to give me your name - and such a pretty one,'
said the princess.
'Oh, not so very kind!' said the old lady. 'A name is one of those things
one can give away and keep all the same. I have a good many such
things. Wouldn't you like to know who I am, child?'
'Yes, that I should - very much.'

'I'm your great-great-grandmother,' said the lady.
'What's that?' asked the princess.
'I'm your father's mother's father's mother.'
'Oh, dear! I can't understand that,' said the princess.
'I dare say not. I didn't expect you would. But that's no reason why I
shouldn't say it.'
'Oh, no!' answered the princess.
'I will explain it all to you when you are older,' the lady went on. 'But
you will be able to understand this much now: I came here to take care
of you.'
'Is it long since you came? Was it yesterday? Or was it today, because
it was so wet that I couldn't get out?'
'I've been here ever since you came yourself.'
'What a long time!' said the princess. 'I don't remember it at all.'
'No. I suppose not.'
'But I never saw you before.'
'No. But you shall see me again.'
'Do you live in this room always?'
'I don't sleep in it. I sleep on the opposite side of the landing. I sit here
most of the day.'
'I shouldn't like it. My nursery is much prettier. You must be a queen
too, if you are my great big grand-mother.'
'Yes, I am a queen.'

'Where is your crown, then?' 'In my bedroom.'
'I should like to see it.'
'You shall some day - not