r eyes. She had slept late, although
the birds were singing loudly all around her. Dorothy courtesied and
said that she had come for the robe. "Very well," replied the princess,
"I will give it to you; then you must carry it and hang it over Dame
Betsy's gate, and run back to me as fast as you are able."

Then the princess blew on the wallet until it became a trunk, and she
took out the splendid robe and gave it to Dorothy, who carried it and
hung it over Dame Betsy's gate just as she had been bidden. But as she
was about to run away, she saw the little boy who lived next door
peeping through his fence, so she stopped to bid him good-bye. He felt
so sad that he wept, and Dorothy herself had tears in her eyes when she
ran to join the princess.

Dorothy and the princess then set off on their travels; but nobody
except Dorothy herself knew that there was a princess. Every one who met
them saw simply a little girl and a beautiful gray cat. Finally they
stopped at a pretty little village. "Here," said the princess, "we will
rent a cottage."

They looked about until they found a charming cottage with a grape-vine
over the door, and roses and marigolds in the yard; then Dorothy, at the
princess's direction, went to the landlord and bargained for it.

Then they went to live in the cottage, and the princess taught Dorothy
how to make lovely tidies and cushions and aprons out of the beautiful
dresses in her trunk. She had a great store of them, but they were all
made in the Persian fashion and were of no use in this country.

When Dorothy had made the pretty articles out of the rich dresses, she
went out and sold them to wealthy ladies for high prices. She soon
earned quite a sum of money, which she placed at interest in the bank,
and she was then able to take her grandmother out of the almshouse. She
bought a beautiful chair with a canary-colored velvet cushion, and she
placed it at the window in the sun. She bought a bombazine dress and a
white cap with lilac ribbons, and she had the silk stocking with the
needles all ready.

But the day before the old grandmother came the princess bade Dorothy
good-bye. "I am going out again on my travels," said she; "I wish to see
more of the country, and I must continue my search for my brother, the
Maltese prince."

So the princess kissed Dorothy, who wept; then she set forth on her
travels. Dorothy gazed sorrowfully after her as she went. She saw a
dainty little princess, trailing