The Princess, noticing her agitation, gently lifted the necklace and clasped it round the girl's white throat, chattering all the while with nervous haste.
"There! you can wear diamonds, and there are so many to whom they are unbecoming.

I also look well in diamonds--at least, so I've been told over and over again, and I've come to believe it at last.

I suppose the young men have not concealed from you the fact that you are a strikingly good-looking girl, Jennie.

Indeed, and this is brag if you like, we two resemble one another enough to be sisters, nearly the same height, the same colour of eyes and hair.

Come to the mirror, Miss Handsomeness, and admire yourself." She dragged Jennie to her feet and drew her into the room, placing her triumphantly before the great looking-glass that reflected back a full-length portrait.
"Now confess that you never saw a prettier girl," cried the Princess gleefully.
"I don't think I ever did," admitted Jennie, but she was looking at the image of the Princess and not at her own.