The Wooden-Legged Grass-Hopper Now it so happened that Trot, from the window of her room, had witnessed the meeting of the lovers in the garden and had seen the King come and drag Gloria away.

The little girl's heart went out in sympathy for the poor Princess, who seemed to her to be one of the sweetest and loveliest young ladies she had ever seen, so she crept along the passages and from a hidden niche saw Gloria locked in her room.
The key was still in the lock, so when the King had gone away, followed by Googly-Goo, Trot stole up to the door, turned the key and entered.
The Princess lay prone upon a couch, sobbing bitterly.

Trot went up to her and smoothed her hair and tried to comfort her.
"Don't cry," she said.

"I've unlocked the door, so you can go away any time you want to." "It isn't that," sobbed the Princess.

"I am unhappy because they will not let me love Pon, the gardener's boy!" "Well, never mind; Pon isn't any great shakes, anyhow, seems to me," said Trot soothingly.