"That is a very foolish wish, my daughter, but even if you were a
princess, I think you would find it best to learn how to do these
things, so that you could do them in case of necessity."

"But it is never necessary for princesses to work."

"There my little girl proves her ignorance. If she will come to me after
her work is done, I will show her a picture."

The little bedroom was at length put to rights, and Emma came to her
mother, reminding her of her promise about the picture.

"What do you see, my child?" her mother asked, as she laid the picture
before her daughter.

"I see a young girl with her dress fastened up, an apron on, and a broom
in her hand."

"Can you tell me what kind of place she is in?"

"I do not know. There are walls and arches of stone, and a bare stone
floor. I don't think it can be a pleasant place."

"No, it is not. It is a prison, and the young girl is a king's
daughter."

"A king's daughter!"

"Yes; and her story is a very sad one."