She didn't ever say anything about that except that little bit I told you of a minute ago." "Yes, yes, but what did she say ?" demanded Mr.Jack, stopping short in his walk up and down the room.
"She said: 'You tell Mr.Jack that I know something about that story of his that perhaps he doesn't.

In the first place, I know the Princess a lot better than he does, and she isn't a bit the kind of girl he's pictured her." "Yes! Go on--go on!" "'Now, for instance,' she says, 'when the boy made that call, after the girl first came back, and when the boy didn't like it because they talked of colleges and travels, and such things, you tell him that I happen to know that that girl was just hoping and hoping he'd speak of the old days and games; but that she could n't speak, of course, when he hadn't been even once to see her during all those weeks, and when he'd acted in every way just as if he'd forgotten.'" "But she hadn't waved--that Princess hadn't waved--once!" argued Mr.
Jack; "and he looked and looked for it." "Yes, SHE spoke of that," returned David.

"But SHE said she shouldn't think the Princess would have waved, when she'd got to be such a great big girl as that--WAVING to a BOY! She said that for her part she should have been ashamed of her if she had!" "Oh, did she!" murmured Mr.Jack blankly, dropping suddenly into his chair.
"Yes, she did," repeated David, with a little virtuous uplifting of his chin.
It was plain to be seen that David's sympathies had unaccountably met with a change of heart.
"But--the Pauper--" "Oh, yes, and that's another thing," interrupted David.

"The Lady of the Roses said that she didn't like that name one bit; that it wasn't true, anyway, because he wasn't a pauper.

And she said, too, that as for his picturing the Princess as being perfectly happy in all that magnificence, he didn't get it right at all.