“‘Why don’t you go and get your ring?’ he asked.
“‘It is lost,’ she answered.
“‘It is found,’ he said. ‘I have placed it on the golden horn of the Cow that stands near the palace door. You must go and get it.’
“‘I have nothing to wear,’ she replied.
“Then the old man tapped on the wall and called:—
“‘Sister Jane! Sister Jane! Where are you?’
“‘I am where I ought to be,’ was the reply. The wall opened and out stepped the old, old woman that Eolen had seen combing her hair by the Well at the End of the World.
“‘Clothe this child in silk and satin and comb her hair out fine, Sister Jane.’
“The old woman grumbled a little, but gave Eolen a touch here and there, and in a moment she was dressed as fine as the finest lady in the land.
“‘Now she is ready, brother,’ said the old, old woman, and then she disappeared in the wall, combing her long gray hair and smiling.