What if she found the hollow and took Laddie's letter! Fast as I could slip over the leaves, I went back.
She was on the moss carpet, on her knees, and the letter was in her fingers.

It's a good thing to have your manners soundly thrashed into you.

You've got to be scared stiff before you forget them.

I wasn't so afraid of her as I would have been if I had known she WAS the princess, and have Laddies letter, she should not.

What had the kind of girl she was, from a home like hers, to teach any one from our house about making sunshine?
I was at the willow wall by that time peering through, so I just parted it a little and said: "Please put back that letter where you got it.