“‘Are these ladies all?’ he asked, in a low voice, as if expecting yet more.  And when the answer came, ‘Yes, these are all,’ a still deeper melancholy settled on his face, and he seemed indifferent to all about him.

“Then the trial began.  The Prince had three golden balls, one of which he offered to each Princess.  They took them, and each threw one back to him.  Then one after another, as quick as lightning, he threw all three to the yellow Princess.  She caught them all and threw them back; again he returned them, but the first only, reached her hand, the second and third fell to the ground, and with another low bow the Prince turned from her, and her proud face grew scarlet with anger.  The pink Princess fared no better.  She was laughing so, as if to show her confidence, that she missed the third ball, even at the first throw, and when the Prince turned also from her she laughed again, though this time her laughter was not all mirth.  Then the cold blue Princess came forward.  She caught the balls better, but at the third throw, one of them rising higher than the others, she would not trouble herself to stretch her arm out farther, so it fell to the ground, and as the Prince turned from her likewise, a great silence came over the crowd.

“Suddenly a cry arose.  ‘A fourth Princess,’ the people shouted, and the old woman up at the window was so eager to see the new-comer that she did not notice that her companion had disappeared.  She had watched the failure of the two first Princesses, then seeing what was coming she had quietly made her way through the crowd to a hidden corner behind the great pillars of the hall.  There, her hands trembling with eagerness, she drew forth from the magic nut, which she had cracked with her pretty teeth, a wonderful fairy robe of spotless white.  In an instant her black dress was thrown to her feet, and the white garment, which fitted her as if by magic, had taken its place.  Never was Princess dressed in such a hurry, but never was toilette more successful.  And as the cry arose of ‘A fourth Princess’ she made her way up the hall.  From one end to the other she came, rapidly making her way through the crowd, which cleared before her in surprise and admiration, for as she walked she threw before her, catching them ever as she went, her golden balls.  Her fair hair floated on her shoulders, her white robe gleamed like snow, her sweet face, flushed with hope and eagerness, was like that of a happy child, her eyes saw nothing but the one figure standing at the far end of the hall, the figure of the Prince, who, as the cry reached his ears, started forward with a hope he hardly dared encourage, holding out his hands as she came nearer and yet nearer in joyfulness of welcome.

“But she waved him back—­then, taking her place where the other Princesses had stood, she threw her balls, one, two, three; in an instant they were caught by the Prince, and returned to her like flashes of lightning over and over again, never failing, never falling, as if attached by invisible cords, till at last a great cry arose from the crowds, and the Prince led forward, full in the view of the people, his beautiful bride, his true Princess.