"Little dog," she said; "poor little dog, are you so glad to see me? Why are you so happy?"
"Why am I so happy?" said the little dog, surprised. "I have plenty to eat, and a soft cushion to rest upon, and you to caress me. Is not it enough to make me happy?"
"It is not enough for me," said the Princess, sighing; but the little dog only wagged his tail and licked her hand.
Inside her room was the Princess's favourite little maid Doris, folding up her dresses.
"Doris," she said, "you look very merry. Why are you so happy?"
"Please your Royal Highness, I am going to the fair," answered Doris, "and Luke is to meet me there; only," she added, pouting a little, "I wish I had a pretty new hat to wear with my new dress."
"Then you are not perfectly happy, so you cannot teach me," said Princess Fernanda, and then she sighed again.
In the evening at sunset she arose, and went out into the village, and at the door of the first cottage to which she came, sat a woman nursing a baby, and hushing it to sleep. The baby was fat and rosy, and the mother looked down at it proudly.
The Princess stopped, and spoke to her.
"You have a fine little child there," she said. "Surely you must be very happy."