I will tell you more.

Her hair was combed back from her forehead and face, and hung loose far down and all over her back.

That is not much like an old lady--is it?
Ah! but it was white almost as snow.

And although her face was so smooth, her eyes looked so wise that you could not have helped seeing she must be old.

The princess, though she could not have told you why, did think her very old indeed--quite fifty, she said to herself.