The longer I looked the more uncertain I became.

Maybe her mother was the Queen.

Perhaps that was the mystery.

It might be the reason she didn't want the people to see her.
Maybe she was so busy making sunshine for the Princess to bring to Laddie that she had no time to sew carpet rags, and to go to quiltings, and funerals, and make visits.

It was hard to know what to think.
"I wish you'd tell me plain out if you are the Queen's daughter," I said.