honorable. Nay, more; her might goes farther than she could send it, for if she act so, the evil mood will wither and die, and leave her loving and clean.—Do you understand me, dear Rosamond?”
As she spoke, the wise woman laid her hand on her head and looked—oh, so lovingly!—into her eyes.
“I am not sure,” said the princess, humbly.
“Perhaps you will understand me better if I say it just comes to this, that you must not do what is wrong, however much you 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