"
So the princess kissed Dorothy, who wept; then she set forth on her
travels. Dorothy gazed sorrowfully after her as she went. She saw a
dainty little princess, trailing her gray velvets; but everybody else
saw only a lovely gray cat hurrying down the road.
Dorothy's grandmother came to live with her. She sat in her cushioned
chair, in the sunny window and knitted her silk stocking, and was a very
happy old woman. Dorothy continued to make beautiful things out of the
princess's dresses. It seemed as if there would never be any end to
them. She had cut up many dresses, but there were apparently as many now
as when she began. She saw no more of the princess, although she thought
of her daily, until she was quite grown up and was a beautiful maiden
with many suitors. Then, one day, she went to the city to deliver a
beautiful cushion that she had made for some wealthy ladies, and there,
in the drawing-room, she saw the Persian princess.
Dorothy was left in the room until the ladies came down, and as she sat
there holding her cushion, she heard a little velvet rustle and a
softly-hummed song in the Persian language. She looked, and there was
the princess stepping across the floor, trailing her gray velvets.
"So you have come, dear Dorothy," said the princess.
Dorothy arose and courtesied, but the princess came close and kissed
her. "What have you there?" she inquired.
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