quite a distinguished family was to have been married soon. But how
could she be a bride and wear a veil with her face in the crown of her
bonnet?

The Head-nurse was quite clever, and she thought about the Princess's
disappearance, until finally her thoughts took shape. One day she put
on her shawl--her bonnet was always on--and set out to call on the
Baron Greenleaf. The Baron was an old man who was said to be versed
in white magic, and lived in a stone tower with his servants and his
house-keeper.

When the Head-nurse came into the tower-yard, the dog began to bark;
he was not used to seeing a woman with her face in the crown of her
bonnet. He thought that her head must be on the wrong way, and that
she was a monster, and had designs upon his master's property. So he
barked and growled, and caught hold of her dress, and the Head-nurse
screamed. The Baron himself came running downstairs, and opened the
door. "Who is there?" cried he.

But when he saw the woman with her bonnet on wrong he knew at once
that she must be one of the Princess's nurses. So he ordered off the
dog, and ushered the nurse into the tower. He led her into his study,
and asked her to sit down. "Now, madam, what can I do for you?" he
inquired quite politely.

"Oh, my lord!" cried the Head-nurse in her muffled voice, "help me to
find the Princess."

The Baron, who was a tall lean old man and wore a very large-figured
dressing-gown trimmed with fur, frowned, and struck his fist down upon