CHAPTER 15.
Woven and Then Spun 'Come in, Irene,' said the silvery voice of her grandmother.
The princess opened the door and peeped in.

But the room was quite dark and there was no sound of the spinning-wheel.

She grew frightened once more, thinking that, although the room was there, the old lady might be a dream after all.

Every little girl knows how dreadful it is to find a room empty where she thought somebody was; but Irene had to fancy for a moment that the person she came to find was nowhere at all.
She remembered, however, that at night she spun only in the moonlight, and concluded that must be why there was no sweet, bee-like humming: the old lady might be somewhere in the darkness.

Before she had time to think another thought, she heard her voice again, saying as before: 'Come in, Irene.' From the sound, she understood at once that she was not in the room beside her.