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“
Why
don
’
t
you
,
then
?
”
“
Because
I
can
’
t
.
”
“
Why
can
’
t
you
?
”
“
Because
I
can
’
t
wake
.
And
I
never
shall
wake
until
—
—
”
Here
she
hid
her
face
in
her
hands
,
turned
away
,
and
walked
in
the
slowest
,
stateliest
manner
towards
the
house
.
The
prince
ventured
to
follow
her
at
a
little
distance
,
but
she
turned
and
made
a
repellent
gesture
,
which
,
like
a
true
gentleman
-
prince
,
he
obeyed
at
once
.
He
waited
a
long
time
,
but
as
she
did
not
come
near
him
again
,
and
as
the
night
had
now
cleared
,
he
set
off
at
last
for
the
old
woman
’
s
cottage
.
It
was
long
past
midnight
when
he
reached
it
,
but
,
to
his
surprise
,
the
old
woman
was
paring
potatoes
at
the
door
.
Fairies
are
fond
of
doing
odd
things
.
Indeed
,
however
they
may
dissemble
,
the
night
is
always
their
day
.
And
so
it
is
with
all
who
have
fairy
blood
in
them
.
“
Why
,
what
are
you
doing
there
,
this
time
of
the
night
,
mother
?
”
said
the
prince
;
for
that
was
the
kind
way
in
which
any
young
man
in
his
country
would
address
a
woman
who
was
much
older
than
himself
.
“
Getting
your
supper
ready
,
my
son
,
”
she
answered
.
“
Oh
,
I
don
’
t
want
any
supper
,
”
said
the
prince
.
