"Sitting all alone there, you little Annie, the goosegirl," said the Prince.
"Yes, here I sit, and put stitch to stitch, and patch on patch; for I'm waiting to-day for the king's son from England," said Annie.
"Him you mustn't look to have," said the Prince.
"Nay, but if I'm to have him, have him I shall, after all," said little Annie.
So when the Princess came, little Annie the goose-girl told her the same as she had told the other two, if she'd had any sweetheart before, or if there was anything else she didn't wish the Prince to know, she mustn't tread on the stone that the Prince had put at his bedside; for, said she,—
"It tells him everything."
The Princess got very red and downcast when she heard that, for she was just as naughty as the others, and asked Annie if she would go in her stead and lie down with the Prince that night; and when he was sound asleep, she would come and take her place, and then he would have the right bride by his side when it was light next morning. Yes! they did that. And when little Annie the goosegirl came and stepped upon the stone, the Prince asked,—
"Who is this that steps into my bed."
"A maid pure and bright," said the stone; and so they lay down to rest.
Farther on in the night the Prince put a ring on Annie's finger, and it fitted so tight she couldn't get it off again; for the Prince saw well enough there was something wrong, and so he wished to have a mark by which he might know the right woman again.
