she went away and mounted her horse, the Prince went up to her again, and asked whence she came.
"Oh, I'm from Bath," said Katie; and while the Prince took out the glove to give it to her, she said,—
"Bright before and dark behind,
Clouds come rolling on the wind;
That this Prince may never see
Where my good steed goes with me.
The Prince had never seen the like of that glove, and went about far and wide asking after the land whence the proud lady, who rode off without her glove, said she came; but there was no one who could tell where "Bath" lay.
Next Sunday some one had to go up to the Prince with a towel.
"Oh, may I have leave to go up with it?" said Katie.
"What's the good of your going?" said the others; "you saw how it fared with you last time."
But Katie wouldn't give in; she kept on begging and praying, till she got leave; and then she ran up the stairs, so that her wooden cloak made a great clatter. Out came the Prince, and when he saw it was Katie, he tore the towel out of her hand, and threw it into her face.
"Pack yourself off. you ugly Troll," he cried; "do you think I'd have a towel which you have touched with your smutty fingers?"
After that the Prince set off to church, and Katie begged for leave to go too. They all asked what business she had at church—she who had nothing to put on but that wooden cloak, which was so black and ugly. But Katie said the Priest was such a brave man to preach, what he said did her so much good; and so at last she got leave.
