But the nurse had her handkerchief to her eyes, and did not see the movement.
'Nursie,' said the princess, 'why won't you believe me ?' 'Because I can't believe you,' said the nurse, getting angry again.
'Ah! then, you can't help it,' said Irene, 'and I will not be vexed with you any more.

I will give you a kiss and go to sleep.' 'You little angel!' cried the nurse, and caught her out of bed, and walked about the room with her in her arms, kissing and hugging her.
'You will let me take you to see my dear old great big grandmother, won't you ?' said the princess, as she laid her down again.
'And you won't say I'm ugly, any more--will you, princess ?' 'Nursie, I never said you were ugly.

What can you mean ?' 'Well, if you didn't say it, you meant it.' 'Indeed, I never did.' 'You said I wasn't so pretty as that--' 'As my beautiful grandmother--yes, I did say that; and I say it again, for it's quite true.' 'Then I do think you are unkind!' said the nurse, and put her handkerchief to her eyes again.
'Nursie, dear, everybody can't be as beautiful as every other body, you know.

You are very nice-looking, but if you had been as beautiful as my grandmother--' 'Bother your grandmother!' said the nurse.
'Nurse, that's very rude.

You are not fit to be spoken to till you can behave better.' The princess turned away once more, and again the nurse was ashamed of herself.
'I'm sure I beg your pardon, princess,' she said, though still in an offended tone.