so much too old for her years. She held out her hand and gave a little sob.
"Oh, Becky," she said. "I told you we were just the same—only two little
girls—just two little girls. You see how true it is. There's no difference now. I'm
not a princess anymore."
Becky ran to her and caught her hand, and hugged it to her breast, kneeling
beside her and sobbing with love and pain.
"Yes, miss, you are," she cried, and her words were all broken. "Whats'ever
'appens to you—whats'ever—you'd be a princess all the same—an' nothin'
couldn't make you nothin' different."