trange of him, when I should have loved him so much,
and we should have been so happy together!'

And then she cried harder than ever, for she could not help still loving
him. So for two days they floated up and down the sea, wet and shivering
with the cold, and so hungry that when the Princess saw some oysters she
caught them, and she and Frisk both ate some, though they didn't like
them at all. When night came the Princess was so frightened that she
said to Frisk:

'Oh! Do please keep on barking for fear the soles should come and eat us
up!'

Now it happened that they had floated close in to the shore, where a
poor old man lived all alone in a little cottage. When he heard Frisk's
barking he thought to himself:

'There must have been a shipwreck!' (for no dogs ever passed that way by
any chance), and he went out to see if he could be of any use. He soon
saw the Princess and Frisk floating up and down, and Rosette, stretching
out her hands to him, cried:

'Oh! Good old man, do save me, or I shall die of cold and hunger!'

When he heard her cry out so piteously he was very sorry for her, and
ran back into his house to fetch a long boat-hook. Then he waded into
the water up to his chin, and after being nearly drowned once or twice
he at last succeeded in getting hold of the Princess's bed and dragging
it on shore.

Rosette and Frisk were joyful enough to find themselves once more on
dry land, and the Princess thanked the old man heartily; then, wrapping
herself up in her blankets, she daintily picked her way up to the
cottage on her little bare feet. There the old man lighted a fire of
straw, and then drew from an old box his wife's dress and shoes,
which the Princess put on, and thus roughly clad looked as charming as
possible, and Frisk danced his very best to amuse her.

The old man saw that Rosette must be some great lady, for her bed
coverings were all of satin and gold. He begged that she would tell him
all her history, as she might safely trust him. The Princess told him
everything, weeping bitterly again at the thought that it was by the
King's orders that she had been thrown overboard.

'And now, my daughter, what is to be done?' said the old man. 'You are a
great Princess, accustomed to fare daintily, and I have nothing to offer
you but black bread and radishes, which will not suit you at all. Shall
I go and tell the King of the Peacocks that you are here? If he sees you
he will certainly wish to mar