La princesa y—Ya veremos quién
When she came to the top, she found herself in a little square place, with three doors, two opposite each other, and one opposite the top of the stair. She stood for a moment, without an idea in her little head what to do next. But as she stood, she began to hear a curious humming sound. Could it be the rain? No. It was much more gentle, and even monotonous than the sound of the rain, which now she scarcely heard. The low sweet humming sound went on, sometimes stopping for a little while and then beginning again. It was more like the hum of a very happy bee that had found a rich well of honey in some globular flower, than anything else I can think of at this moment. Where could it come from? She laid her ear first to one of the doors to hearken if it was there—then to another. When she laid her ear against the third door, there could be no doubt where it came from: it must be from something in that room. What could it be? She was rather afraid, but her curiosity was stronger than her fear, and she opened the door very gently and peeped in. What do you think she saw? A very old lady who sat spinning.
Tal vez os preguntéis cómo pudo saber la princesa que la anciana era una anciana, si os digo que no solo era hermosa, sino que su piel era tersa y blanca. Os diré más. Su cabello estaba peinado hacia atrás desde la frente y el rostro, y caía suelto muy abajo y por toda su espalda. Eso no se parece mucho a una anciana, ¿verdad? ¡Ah!, pero era blanco casi como la nieve. Y aunque su rostro era muy terso, sus ojos parecían tan sabios que no habríais podido evitar ver que debía de ser anciana. La princesa, aunque no habría sabido deciros por