"Rosamond."

Then a second time there was silence. But the princess soon ventured
to knock a third time.

"What do you want?" said the voice.

"Oh, please, let me in!" said the princess.

"The moon will keep staring at me; and I hear the wolves in the
wood."

Then the door opened, and the princess entered. She looked all
around, but saw nothing of the wise woman.

It was a single bare little room, with a white deal table, and a few
old wooden chairs, a fire of fir-wood on the hearth, the smoke of
which smelt sweet, and a patch of thick-growing heath in one
corner. Poor as it was, compared to the grand place Rosamond had
left, she felt no little satisfaction as she shut the door, and
looked around her. And what with the sufferings and terrors she had
left outside, the new kind of tears she had shed, the love she had
begun to feel for her parents, and the trust she had begun to place
in the wise woman, it seemed to her as if her soul had grown larger
of a sudden, and she had left the days of her childishness and
naughtiness far behind her. People are so ready to think themselves
changed when it is only their mood that is changed! Those who are
good-tempered because it is a fine day, will be ill-tempered when it
rains: their selves are just the same both days; only in the one