And the Cat always said in nurse's voice:
'Till you're grown up, my dear.'
And the years went by, and each year found the Princess more good, and clever, and beautiful. And at last she was quite grown up.
'Now,' said the Cat briskly, we must get to work. There's a Prince in a kingdom a long way off, and he's the only person who can get you off this island.'
'Does he know?' asked Everilda.
'He knows about you, but he doesn't know that he's the person to find you, and he doesn't know where you are. So now every night I must fly away and whisper about you in his ear. He'll think it's dreams, but he believes in dreams; and he'll come in a grand ship with masts of gold and sails of silk, and carry my Pretty away and make a Queen of her.'
'Shall I like that, pussy-nurse, do you think?' asked the Princess.
And the Cat replied:
'Yes, very much indeed. But you wouldn't like it if it were any other King than this one, so it's just as well that it's quite impossible for it to be any other.'
'How will he come?' asked the Princess.
