I must be fair--for if I'm not fair to other people, I'm not worth being understood myself.

I see.

So as Curdie can't help it, I will not be vexed with him, but just wait.' 'There's my own dear child,' said her grandmother, and pressed her close to her bosom.
'Why weren't you in your workroom when we came up, grandmother ?' asked Irene, after a few moments' silence.
'If I had been there, Curdie would have seen me well enough.

But why should I be there rather than in this beautiful room ?' 'I thought you would be spinning.' 'I've nobody to spin for just at present.

I never spin without knowing for whom I am spinning.' 'That reminds me--there is one thing that puzzles me,' said the princess: 'how are you to get the thread out of the mountain again?
Surely you won't have to make another for me?
That would be such a trouble!' The lady set her down and rose and went to the fire.