There, her hands trembling with eagerness, she drew forth from the magic nut, which she had cracked with her pretty teeth, a wonderful fairy robe of spotless white.

In an instant her black dress was thrown to her feet, and the white garment, which fitted her as if by magic, had taken its place.

Never was Princess dressed in such a hurry, but never was toilette more successful.

And as the cry arose of 'A fourth Princess' she made her way up the hall.

From one end to the other she came, rapidly making her way through the crowd, which cleared before her in surprise and admiration, for as she walked she threw before her, catching them ever as she went, her golden balls.