CHAPTER 3, part 2
When the old lady had got her thread fairly going again, she said to the princess, but without looking at her:
'Do you know my name, child?' 'No, I don't know it,' answered the princess. 'My name is Irene.' 'That's my name!' cried the princess.
'I know that. I let you have mine. I haven't got your name. You've got mine.' 'How can that be?' asked the princess, bewildered. 'I've always had my name.' 'Your papa, the king, asked me if I had any objection to your having it; and, of course, I hadn't. I let you have it with pleasure.' 'It was very kind of you to give me your name--and such a pretty one,' said the princess. 'Oh, not so very kind!' said the old lady. 'A name is one of those things one can give away and keep all the same. I have a good many such things. Wouldn't you like to know who I am, child?' 'Yes, that I should--very much.' 'I'm your great-great-grandmother,' said the lady. 'What's that?' asked the princess.
'I'm your father's mother's father's mother.' 'Oh, dear! I can't understand that,' said the princess. 'I dare say not. I didn't expect you would. But that's no reason why I shouldn't say it.' 'Oh, no!' answered the princess.
'I will explain it all to you when you are older,' the lady went on. 'But you will be able to understand this much now: I came here to také care of you.' 'Is it long since you came? Was it yesterday? Or was it today, because it was so wet that I couldn't get out?' 'I've been here ever since you came yourself.' 'What a long time!' said the princess.
'I don't remember it at all.' 'No. I suppose not.' 'But I never saw you before.' 'No. But you shall see me again.' 'Do you live in this room always?' 'I don't sleep in it. I sleep on the opposite side of the landing. I sit here most of the day.' 'I shouldn't like it. My nursery is much prettier. You must be a queen too, if you are my great big grand-mother.' 'Yes, I am a queen.' 'Where is your crown, then?' 'In my bedroom.' 'I should like to see it.' 'You shall some day--not today.' 'I wonder why nursie never told me.' 'Nursie doesn't know. She never saw me.' 'But somebody knows that you are in the house?' 'No; nobody.' 'How do you get your dinner, then?' 'I keep poultry--of a sort.' 'Where do you keep them?' 'I will show you.' 'And who makes the chicken broth for you?' 'I never kill any of MY chickens.' 'Then I can't understand.' 'What did you have for breakfast this morning?' asked the lady.
'Oh! I had bread and milk, and an egg--I dare say you eat their eggs.' 'Yes, that's it. I eat their eggs.' 'Is that what makes your hair so white?' 'No, my dear. It's old age. I am very old.' 'I thought so. Are you fifty?' 'Yes--more than that.' 'Are you a hundred?' 'Yes--more than that. I am too old for you to guess. Come and see my chickens.'
