Ifsheeverworkedastroke，nooneknewit。Alldaylongshesatintheparlour，theverybestone，everyday；oronbenchesunderthetreeswithembroideryframesorbooks，someofthemfearful，big，difficultlookingones，orrodeoverthecountry。
Sherodeinsunshineandsherodeinstorm，untilyouwouldthinkshecouldn’tseeherwaythroughhertangledblackhair。Sherodethroughsnowandinpouringrain，whenshecouldhavestayedoutofit，ifshehadwantedto。Shedidn’tseemtobeafraidofanythingonearthorinHeaven。Everyonethoughtshewaslikeherfatheranddidn’tbelievetherewasanyGod；sowhenshecameamongusatchurchoranypublicgathering，asshesometimesdid，peoplewereinnohurrytobefriendly，whileshelookedstraightaheadandneverspokeuntilshewasspokento，andthenshewaspreciseandcold，Itellyou。
Mentookofftheirhats，gotoutoftheroadwhenshecamepoundingalong，andstaredafterherlike“be-addledmummies，“mymothersaid。Butthatwasallshe，oranyoneelse，couldsay。
Theyoungfellowswerewildabouther，andiftheytriedtosidleuptoherinthehopethattheymightleadherhorseorgettoholdherfootwhenshemounted，theyalwayssawwhentheyreachedher，thatshewasn’tthere。
Butshewashere！Ihadseenheronlyafewtimes，butthiswasthePryorgirl，justassureasIwouldhaveknownifithadbeenSally。WhatdazedmewasthatsheansweredineveryparticularthedescriptionLaddiehadgivenmeoftheQueen’sdaughter。Andworstofall，fromthedayshefirstcameamongus，movingsoproudandcold，blabbingoldHannahDoversaidshecarriedherselflikeaPrincess——asifHannahDoverknewHOWaPrincesscarriedherself！——everylivingsoul，myfathereven，hadcalledherthePrincess。AtfirstitwasbecauseshewasliketheythoughtaPrincesswouldbe，butlatertheydiditinmeanness，tomakefun。Aftertheyknewhername，theywereusedtocallingherthePrincess，sotheykeptitup，butsomeofthemweresecretlyproudofher；becauseshecouldlook，anddo，andbewhattheywouldhavegivenanythingto，andknewtheycouldn’ttosavethem。