Open it for me." She held out the offending hand.

It was more a paw than a hand.

It seemed to me plain that she could not open it.
Mara did not even look at it.
"You must open it yourself," she said quietly.
"I have told you I cannot!" "You can if you will--not indeed at once, but by persistent effort.

What you have done, you do not yet wish undone--do not yet intend to undo!" "You think so, I dare say," rejoined the princess with a flash of insolence, "but I KNOW that I cannot open my hand!" "I know you better than you know yourself, and I know you can.

You have often opened it a little way.