ou are inclined to do
it, and you must DO what is right, however much you are disinclined to
do it."

"I understand that," said the princess.

"I am going, then, to put you in one of the mood-chambers of which I
have many in the house. Its mood will come upon you, and you will have
to deal with it."

She rose and took her by the hand. The princess trembled a little, but
never thought of resisting.

The wise woman led her into the great hall with the pictures, and
through a door at the farther end, opening upon another large hall,
which was circular, and had doors close to each other all round it. Of
these she opened one, pushed the princess gently in, and closed it
behind her.

The princess found herself in her old nursery. Her little white rabbit
came to meet her in a lumping canter as if his back were going to
tumble over his head. Her nurse, in her rocking-chair by the chimney
corner, sat just as she had used. The fire burned brightly, and on the
table were many of her wonderful toys, on which, however, she now
looked with some contempt. Her nurse did not seem at all surprised to
see her, any more than if the princess had but just gone from the room
and returned again.

"Oh! how different I am from what I used to be!" thought the princess
to herself, looking from her toys to her nurse. "The wise woman has
done me so much good already! I will go and see mamma at once, and tell
her I am very glad to be at home again, and very sorry I was so
naughty."

She went towards the door.

"Your queen-mamma, princess, cannot see you now," said her nurse.

"I have yet to learn that it is my part to take orders from a servant,"
said the princess with temper and dignity.

"I beg your pardon, princess," returned her nurse, politely; "but it is
my duty to tell you that your queen-mamma is at this moment engaged.
She is alone with her most intimate friend, the Princess of the Frozen
Regions."

"I shall see for myself," returned the princess, bridling, and walked
to the door.

Now little bunny, leap-frogging near the door, happened that moment to
get about her feet, just as she was going to open it, so that she
tripped and fell against it, striking her forehead a good blow. She
caught up the rabbit in a rage, and, crying, "It is all your fault, you
ugly old wretch!" threw it with violence in her nurse's face.

Her nurse caught the rabbit, and held it to her face, as if seeking to
sooth its fright. But the rabbit looke