"Stop!" she cried. "Where are you going?"
"I am going to find the Witch's daughter," answered Princess Gentianella, looking back impatiently.
"Oh, indeed!" said the old woman. "May I ask what you want with her?"
"I want to tell her not to marry Prince Amaryllis, because he is not her Prince but somebody else's Prince," said Princess Gentianella.
"Oh, indeed!" said the old woman again. "And whose Prince may he be, then?"
"He is my Prince, of course!" answered the little Princess, laughing happily; and then away she ran across the field, and into the wood that lay beyond.
In the wood, under a hazel-tree, sat a tall and beautiful girl, weeping bitterly.
"Oh dear, oh dear!" said Princess Gentianella, mournfully. "How dreadfully sorry I am!"
"Why?" asked the girl, looking up at her.