And finally"-- they had by this time reached the ground floor again--"it will be well for you to take a pair of shoes with you, to make the coachman think you came on purpose for them.

Here's a good stout pair, serviceable for walking or for mountain-climbing.

You can rely on them.

So take them along; you may need them sometime." "But how do you know they will fit me ?" asked Blanka.
"Citizeness, don't you remember the stone footprint of our Lord in the church of _Domine quo vadis_?
And may not the footprint of an angel have been left in the sand of the Colosseum for a devout artist to copy in his sketch-book?
Such a sketch is enough for the Cittadino Scalcagnato to make a pair of shoes from, so that they cannot fail to fit." The princess turned rosy red.

"I have no money with me to pay for them," she objected.