He did not abandon his disguise, however.

One tolerable reason was that he had no other clothes to put on, and another that he had very little money, and did not know where to get any more.

There was no good in telling everybody he met that he was a prince, for he felt that a prince ought to be able to get on like other people, else his rank only made a fool of him.

He had read of princes setting out upon adventure; and here he was out in similar case, only without having had a choice in the matter.

He would go on, and see what would come of it.
For a day or two he had been walking through the palace-wood, and had had next to nothing to eat, when he came upon the strangest little house, inhabited by a very nice, tidy, motherly old woman.