ourites of Princes. He has taste, and a head for business; but he is lacking in philosophy. He believes in fairies, relying on his senses----"
SEVENTEEN years, day by day, had elapsed since the fairies' decree. The Princess was as beautiful as a star. The King, Queen, and Court were in residence at the rural palace of Eaux-Perdues. Need I relate what happened then? It is well known how the Princess Aurore, wandering one day through the castle, came to the top of a keep, where, in a garret, she found a dear old woman, all alone, plying her distaff. She had never heard of the King's regulations, forbidding the use of spindles.
"What are you doing, my good woman?" asked the Princess.
"I am spinning, my dear child," replied the old woman, who did not recognize her.
"Ah, how pretty it looks," replied the Princess. "How do you do it? Give it to