But she did not like her much. There was no mark of a
princess about her, and never had been since she began to run alone.
True, hunger had brought down her fat cheeks, but it had not turned
down her impudent nose, or driven the sullenness and greed from her
mouth. Nothing but the wise woman could do that--and not even she,
without the aid of the princess herself. So the shepherdess thought
what a poor substitute she had got for her own lovely Agnes--who was
in fact equally repulsive, only in a way to which she had got used;
for the selfishness in her love had blinded her to the thin pinched
nose and the mean self-satisfied mouth. It was well for the
princess, though, sad as it is to say, that the shepherdess did not
take to her, for then she would most likely have only done her harm
instead of good.
"Now, my girl," she said, "you must get up, and do something. We
can't keep idle folk here."
"I'm not a folk," said Rosamond; "I'm a princess."
"A pretty princess--with a nose like that! And all in rags too! If
you tell such stories, I shall soon let you know what I think of
you.
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