her gray velvets; but everybody else
saw only a lovely gray cat hurrying down the road.

Dorothy's grandmother came to live with her. She sat in her cushioned
chair, in the sunny window and knitted her silk stocking, and was a very
happy old woman. Dorothy continued to make beautiful things out of the
princess's dresses. It seemed as if there would never be any end to
them. She had cut up many dresses, but there were apparently as many now
as when she began. She saw no more of the princess, although she thought
of her daily, until she was quite grown up and was a beautiful maiden
with many suitors. Then, one day, she went to the city to deliver a
beautiful cushion that she had made for some wealthy ladies, and there,
in the drawing-room, she saw the Persian princess.

Dorothy was left in the room until the ladies came down, and as she sat
there holding her cushion, she heard a little velvet rustle and a
softly-hummed song in the Persian language. She looked, and there was
the princess stepping across the floor, trailing her gray velvets.

"So you have come, dear Dorothy," said the princess.

Dorothy arose and courtesied, but the princess came close and kissed
her. "What have you there?" she inquired.

Dorothy displayed the cushion; the princess laughed.

"It is quite a joke, is it not?" said she. "That cushion is for me to
sleep on, and it is made out of one of my own dresses. The ladies have
bought it for me. I have heard them talking about it. How do you fare,
Dorothy, and how is your grandmother?"

Then Dorothy told the princess how the grandmother sat in the cushioned
chair in the sunny window and knitted the silk stocking, and how she
herself was to be married the next week to the little boy who had lived
next door, but was now grown up and come a-wooing.

"Where is his grandmother?" asked the princess.

Dorothy replied that she was to live with them, and that there was
already another cushioned chair in a sunny window, another bombazine
dress and lace cap, and a silk stocking, in readiness, and that both
grandmothers were to sit and knit in peace during the rest of their
lives.

"Ah, well," said the princess, with a sigh, "if I were only back in
Persia I would buy you a wedding present, but I do not know when that
will be--the ladies are so kind."

Dorothy ventured to inquire if the princess had found her brother, the
Maltese prince.

"Dear me, yes," replied the princess. "Why, he lives in this very