'Because I can't believe you,' said the nurse, getting angry again.
'Ah! then, you can't help it,' said Irene, 'and I will not be vexed with you any more. I will give you a kiss and go to sleep.'
'You little angel!' cried the nurse, and caught her out of bed, and walked about the room with her in her arms, kissing and hugging her.
'You will let me take you to see my dear old great big grandmother, won't you?' said the princess, as she laid her down again.
'And you won't say I'm ugly, any more—will you, princess?' 'Nursie, I never said you were ugly. What can you mean?'
'Well, if you didn't say it, you meant it.'
'Indeed, I never did.'
'You said I wasn't so pretty as that—'
'As my beautiful grandmother—yes, I did say that; and I say it again, for it's quite true.'
'Then I do think you are unkind!' said the nurse, and put her handkerchief to her eyes again.