After they knew her name, they were used to calling her the Princess, so they kept it up, but some of them were secretly proud of her; because she could look, and do, and be what they would have given anything to, and knew they couldn't to save them.
I was never in such a fix in all my life.

She looked more as Laddie had said the Princess would than you would have thought any woman could, but she was Pamela Pryor, nevertheless.

Every one called her the Princess, but she couldn't make reality out of that.

She just couldn't be the Fairy Queen's daughter; so the letter couldn't possibly be for her.
She had no business in our woods; you could see that they had plenty of their own.

She went straight to the door of the willow room and walked in as if she belonged there.