Brownie said, “You shall not go. I am afraid you will have a better fortune than mine if you go first.” Then Brownie tied Goldy into a chair and she went out of the house and locked the door. Brownie said, “I will have my fortune told first.” She went into the valley where an old Gypsy lived. She knocked at the door and the Gypsy called out, “Cross-Patch, pull the latch, Sit by the fire and spin; Cross-Patch, pull the latch, Open the door, come in.” [Illustration: “_She stamped her foot_”] Brownie was a little afraid to pull the latch at first, but as the Gypsy did not speak again she knew she must do something, so she pulled the latch. The door opened, and she went into the house. She said, “You cross old woman, I want my fortune told.” The Gypsy looked at her and said, “You may bake and brew, But whatever you do, You’ll uglier grow each day; But make a wish, just make one wish, Make a wish and go away!” Brownie was so angry she stamped her foot and said the first thing that came into her mind. She said, “I wish I had a fine fur coat to wear all the time.” Then the Gypsy touched her with her cane, and her dress turned into a fur coat, and Brownie herself turned into a caterpillar! “There!” said the Gypsy, “I guess you have a fur coat to wear all the time.” The Gypsy forgot one thing. She forgot to take away Brownie’s voice, so she could talk as well as ever. Brownie went crawling slowly home. She called out to Goldy, “Go to the Gypsy, whatever you do, A very fine fortune waits there for you!” She really hoped that the Gypsy would turn her sister into a caterpillar, too! Then Brownie sighed, for she remembered that she had tied Goldy into her chair, and that she could not get away if she wanted to. Pretty soon a prince came by and Brownie cried, “The beautiful princess sits in a chair; Just take a peep in the window there!” The prince was so surprised to hear a voice and see no one, that he cried out, “What shall I do? What shall I do? I’ll peep through the window to see if it’s true.” Then he tiptoed to the window so softly his feet never made a sound, and sure enough, there he saw Goldy sitting in the chair—tied in, fast asleep. The prince tried to get into the house. He tried the front door, and the back door, and the side door, and all the windows. At last he found a window that would open. He sat on the window sill and cried, “Golden Hair, will you come to me? May I come in and set you free?” Then Goldy woke up. She had read about princes, but she had never seen one before. She was so surprised she only nodded her head. Then the prince came in and cut the cords that bound her. Goldy said, “Thank you!” Then she went and made the prince a cup of tea.