For only in Pingaree were shoes shaped in this manner: high at the heel and pointed at the toes.
"Stop!" he cried in an excited voice, and the girl obeyed, wonderingly.
"Tell me," he continued, more gently, "where did you get those shoes ?" "My father brought them to me from Regos," she answered.
"From Regos!" "Yes.

Are they not pretty ?" asked Zella, looking down at her feet to admire them.

"One of them my father found by the palace wall, and the other on an ash-heap.

So he brought them to me and they fit me perfectly." By this time Inga was trembling with eager joy, which of course the girl could not understand.
"What is your name, little maid ?" he asked.
"I am called Zella, and my father is Nikobob, the charcoal-burner." "Zella is a pretty name.

I am Inga, Prince of Pingaree," said he, "and the shoes you are now wearing, Zella, belong to me.