a little. A few more outbreaks of
passion, and a few more savage attacks from Prince, and she had learned
to try to restrain herself when she felt the passion coming on; while a
few dinnerless afternoons entirely opened her eyes to the necessity of
working in order to eat. Prince was her first, and Hunger her second
dog-counsellor.

But a still better thing was that she soon grew very fond of Prince.
Towards the gaining of her affections, he had three advantages: first,
his nature was inferior to hers; next, he was a beast; and last, she
was afraid of him; for so spoiled was she that she could more easily
love what was below than what was above her, and a beast, than one of
her own kind, and indeed could hardly have ever come to love any thing
much that she had not first learned to fear, and the white teeth and
flaming eyes of the angry Prince were more terrible to her than any
thing had yet been, except those of the wolf, which she had now
forgotten. Then again, he was such a delightful playfellow, that so
long as she neither lost her temper, nor went against orders, she might
do almost any thing she pleased with him. In fact, such was his
influence upon her, that she who had scoffed at the wisest woman in the
whole world, and derided the wishes of her own father and mother, came
at length to regard this dog as a superior being, and to look up to him
as well as love him. And this was best of all.

The improvement upon her, in the course of a month, was plain. She had
quite ceased to go into passions, and had actually begun to take a
little interest in her work and try to do it well.

Still, the change was mostly an outside one. I do not mean that she was
pretending. Indeed she had never been given to pretence of any sort.
But the change was not in HER, only in her mood. A second change of
circumstances would have soon brought a second change of behavior; and,
so long as that was possible, she continued the same sort of person she
had always been. But if she had not gained much, a trifle had been
gained for her: a little quietness and order of mind, and hence a
somewhat greater possibility of the first idea of right arising in it,
whereupon she would begin to see what a wretched creature she was, and
must continue until she herself was right.

Meantime the wise woman had been watching her when she least fancied
it, and taking note of the change that was passing upon her. Out of the
large eyes of a gentle sheep she