<h2>CHAPTER IV</h2>
<div class='chaptertitle'>WHAT THE NURSE THOUGHT OF IT</div>
<div class='cap'>"WHY, where can you have been, princess?" asked the
nurse, taking her in her arms. "It's very unkind of
you to hide away so long. I began to be afraid—"</div>
<p>Here she checked herself.</p>
<p>"What were you afraid of, nursie?" asked the princess.</p>
<p>"Never mind," she answered. "Perhaps I will tell you another
day. Now tell me where you have been?"</p>
<p>"I've been up a long way to see my very great, huge, old
grandmother," said the princess.</p>
<p>"What do you mean by that?" asked the nurse, who
thought she was making fun.</p>
<p>"I mean that I've been a long way up and up to see my
great grandmother. Ah, nursie, you don't know what a
beautiful mother of grandmothers I've got upstairs. She is
<i>such</i> an old lady! with such lovely white hair!—as white as my
silver cup. Now, when I think of it, I think her hair must be
silver."</p>
<p>"What nonsense you are talking, princess!" said the nurse.</p>
<p>"I'm not talking nonsense," returned Irene, rather offended.
"I will tell you all about her. She's much taller than you, and
much prettier."</p>
<p>"Oh, I daresay!" remarked the nurse.</p>
<p>"And she lives upon pigeon's eggs."</p>
<p>"Most likely," said the nurse.<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"And she sits in an empty room, spin-spinning all day long."</p>
<p>"Not a doubt of it," said the nurse.</p>
<p>"And she keeps her crown in her bedroom."</p>
<p>"Of course—quite the proper place to keep her crown in.
She wears it in bed, I'll be bound."</p>
<p>"She didn't say that. And I don't think she does. That
wouldn't be comfortable—would it? I don't think my papa
wears his crown for a night-cap. Does he, nursie?"</p>
<p>"I never asked him. I daresay he does."</p>
<p>"And she's been there ever since I came here—ever so many
years."</p>
<p>"Anybody could have told you that," said the nurse, who
did not believe a word Irene was saying.</p>
<p>"Why didn't you tell me then?"</p>
<p>"There was no necessity. You could make it all up for
yourself."</p>
<p>"You don't believe me then!" exclaimed the princess, astonished
and angry, as well she might be.</p>
<p>"Did you expect me to believe you, princess?" asked the
nurse coldly. "I know princesses are in the habit of telling
make-believes, but you are the first I ever heard of who expected
to have them believed," she added, seeing that the child
was strangely in earnest.</p>
<p>The princess burst into tears.</p>
<p>"Well, I must say," remarked the nurse, now thoroughly
vexed with her for crying, "it is not at all becoming in a princess
to tell stories <i>and</i> expect to be believed just because she
is a princess."</p>
<p>"But it's quite true, I tell you, nursie."<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"You've dreamt it, then, child."</p>
<p>"No, I didn't dream it. I went up-stairs, and I lost myself,
and if I hadn't found the beautiful lady, I should never have
found myself."</p>
<p>"Oh, I daresay!"</p>
<p>"Well, you just come up with me, and see if I'm not telling
the truth."</p>
<p>"Indeed I have other work to do. It's your dinner-time,
and I won't have any more such nonsense."</p>
<p>The princess wiped her eyes, and her face grew so hot that
they were soon quite dry. She sat down to her dinner, but ate
next to nothing. Not to be believed does not at all agree with
princesses; for a real princess cannot tell a lie. So all the afternoon
she did not speak a word. Only when the nurse spoke
to her, she answered her, for a real princess is never rude—even
when she does well to be offended.</p>
<p>Of course the nurse was not comfortable in her mind—not
that she suspected the least truth in Irene's story, but that she
loved her dearly, and was vexed with herself for having been
cross to her. She thought her crossness was the cause of the
princess' unhappiness, and had no idea that she was really and
deeply hurt at not being believed. But, as it became more and
more plain during the evening in every motion and look, that,
although she tried to amuse herself with her toys, her heart was
too vexed and troubled to enjoy them, her nurse's discomfort
grew and grew. When bedtime came, she undressed and laid
her down, but the child, instead of holding up her little mouth
to be kissed, turned away from her and lay still. Then nursie's
heart gave way altogether, and she began to cry. At the sound<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</SPAN></span>
of her first sob, the princess turned again, and held her face to
kiss her as usual. But the nurse had her handkerchief to her
eyes, and did not see the movement.</p>
<p>"Nursie," said the princess, "why won't you believe me?"</p>
<p>"Because I can't believe you," said the nurse, getting angry
again.</p>
<p>"Ah! then you can't help it," said Irene, "and I will not be
vexed with you any more. I will give you a kiss and go to
sleep."</p>
<p>"You little angel!" cried the nurse, and caught her out of bed,
and walked about the room with her in her arms, kissing and
hugging her.</p>
<p>"You <i>will</i> let me take you to see my dear old great big grandmother,
won't you?" said the princess, as she laid her down
again.</p>
<p>"And <i>you</i> won't say I'm ugly, any more—will you, princess?"</p>
<p>"Nursie! I never said you were ugly. What can you
mean?"</p>
<p>"Well, if you didn't say it, you meant it."</p>
<p>"Indeed, I never did."</p>
<p>"You said I wasn't so pretty as that—"</p>
<p>"As my beautiful grandmother—yes, I did say that; and
I say it again, for it's quite true."</p>
<p>"Then I <i>do</i> think you <i>are</i> unkind!" said the nurse, and put
her handkerchief to her eyes again.</p>
<p>"Nursie, dear, everybody can't be as beautiful as every other
body, you know. You are <i>very</i> nice-looking, but if you had
been as beautiful as my grandmother—"</p>
<p>"Bother your grandmother!" said the nurse.<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Nurse, that's very rude. You are not fit to be spoken to—till
you can behave better."</p>
<p>The princess turned away once more, and again the nurse
was ashamed of herself.</p>
<p>"I'm sure I beg your pardon, princess," she said, though
still in an offended tone. But the princess let the tone pass,
and heeded only the words.</p>
<p>"You won't say it again, I am sure," she answered, once more
turning toward her nurse. "I was only going to say that if
you had been twice as nice-looking as you are, some king or
other would have married you, and then what would have become
of me?"</p>
<p>"You are an angel!" repeated the nurse, again embracing her.</p>
<p>"Now," insisted Irene, "you <i>will</i> come and see my grandmother—won't
you?"</p>
<p>"I will go with you anywhere you like, my cherub," she answered;
and in two minutes the weary little princess was
fast asleep.</p>
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