Queen Selina, on reaching hers, could not bring herself to allow her ladies of the Bedchamber to assist at her toilet. "So _very_ kind of you, Princess, and you, too, my dear Baroness," she protested, "but I couldn't _think_ of troubling you--I couldn't indeed! I should feel quite ashamed to let you! I can manage perfectly well by myself--that is, Miss Heritage will come in after she has attended to Princess Ruby, and do all I require, and then she can go on and help _you_, Edna." "Thank you, Mother," said Edna, "but I should prefer having some one who is more accustomed to dressing hair." After putting Ruby into a robe of golden tissue and silken stockings and satin shoes, which, being quite as splendid as those she had just laid aside, afforded the child intense satisfaction, Daphne went to Queen Selina's Tiring Chamber--a spacious apartment with hangings of strange colours embroidered with Royal emblems. It was separated by a curtained arch, through which a glimpse could be caught of the Royal Bedchamber, with the colossal and gorgeously canopied State bed. She found the Queen still in an early stage of her toilette and in a highly fractious state of mind. "I expected you to be here before this, Miss Heritage," she said. "I've been waiting all this time for you to fasten me up the back, which I couldn't possibly ask any of my Court ladies to do.... I'm sure _I_ don't know what goes on next!... Oh, do you think the--er--stomacher _before_ the ruff?... Very well.... It's impossible to judge the effect in such a wretched light" (the chamber, it should be said, was illuminated by a number of perfumed flambeaux stuck in elaborately wrought silver sconces). "Even at 'Inglegarth' I had a pair of electric lights over my dressing-table! And how on earth any Queen can be expected to dress at a shabby tarnished old cheval-glass like this is more than _I_ can conceive!" Upon which a thin but silvery voice immediately responded: "As dimly can I understand How _you_ are Queen of Maerchenland!" "Upon my word, Miss Heritage!" exclaimed Queen Selina, with an angry flush on her oatmeal-hued cheeks, "I am surprised at such impertinence--from _you_!" "It--it wasn't me, Ma'am," said Daphne, with an heroic effort to keep her countenance. "As it was certainly not myself, and you are the only other person in the room, Miss Heritage, your denial is impudent as well as useless!" Daphne could only point speechlessly to the mirror. "Really, Miss Heritage! This goes beyond all--what _next_!" "Reflected here there should have been A younger and far fairer Queen." continued the voice in a doggerel as devoid of polish as the mirror itself. "It _does_ appear to come from--but whoever heard of a looking-glass talking?" said the mystified Queen. "Little Snow-white's Stepmother had a mirror that answered her, Ma'am," said Daphne, "and she was a queen in Maerchenland, I believe. Perhaps this is the very one!"