"What am I to say when Lootie asks me where I got it?" "_You_ will ask _her_ where you got it," answered the lady smiling. "I don't see how I can do that." "You will though." "Of course I will if you say so. But you know I can't pretend not to know." "Of course not. But don't trouble yourself about it. You will see when the time comes." So saying, the lady turned, and threw the little ball into the rose-fire. "Oh, grandmother!" exclaimed Irene; "I thought you had spun it for me." "So I did, my child. And you've got it." "No; it's burnt in the fire." The lady put her hand in the fire, brought out the ball, glimmering as before, and held it toward her. Irene stretched out her hand to take it, but the lady turned, and going to her cabinet, opened a drawer, and laid the ball in it. "Have I done anything to vex you, grandmother?" said Irene pitifully. "No, my darling. But you must understand that no one ever gives anything to another properly and really without keeping it. That ball is yours." "Oh! I'm not to take it with me! You are going to keep it for me!" "You are to take it with you. I've fastened the end of it to the ring on your finger." Irene looked at the ring. "I can't see it there, grandmother," she said. "Feel--a little way from the ring--toward the cabinet," said the lady. "Oh! I do feel it!" exclaimed the princess. "But I can't see it," she added, looking close to her outstretched hand. "No. The thread is too fine for you to see it. You can only feel it. Now you can fancy how much spinning that took, although it does seem such a little ball." "But what use can I make of it, if it lies in your cabinet?" "That is what I will explain to you. It would be of no use to you--it wouldn't be yours at all if it did not lie in my cabinet. Now listen. If ever you find yourself in any danger--such, for example, as you were in this evening--you must take off your ring, and put it under the pillow of your bed. Then you must lay your forefinger, the same that wore the ring, upon the thread, and follow the thread wherever it leads you." "Oh, how delightful! It will lead me to you, grandmother, I know!" "Yes. But, remember, it may seem to you a very roundabout way indeed, and you must not double the thread. Of one thing you may be sure, that while you hold it, I hold it too." "It is very wonderful!" said Irene thoughtfully. Then suddenly becoming aware, she jumped up, crying--"Oh, grandmother! here I have been sitting all this time in your chair, and you standing! I _beg_ your pardon." The lady laid her hand on her shoulder and said: "Sit down again, Irene. Nothing pleases me better than to see any one sit in my chair. I am only too glad to stand so long as any one will sit in it." "How kind of you!" said the princess, and sat down again. "It makes me happy," said the lady.