Then, after the City had quieted
down again, she lay upon the bed without undressing and was sound
asleep in a minute.
The blue dawn was just breaking when she opened her eyes with a
start of fear that she might have overslept, but soon she found that
no one else in the palace was yet astir. Even the guards had gone to
sleep by this time and were adding their snores to the snores of the
other inhabitants of the Royal Palace. So the little girl got up
and, finding a ewer of water and a basin upon the dresser, washed
herself carefully and then looked in a big mirror to see how her
hair was. To her astonishment, there was no reflection at all; the
mirror was blank so far as Trot was concerned. She laughed a little
at that, remembering she wore the ring of Rosalie the Witch, which
rendered her invisible. Then she slipped quietly out of the room and
found it was already light enough in the corridors for her to see
all objects distinctly.
After hesitating a moment which way to turn, she decided to visit
the Snubnosed Princesses and passed through the big reception room
to the sleeping room of Indigo. There this Princess, the crossest
and most disagreeable of all the disagreeable six, was curled up in
bed and slumbering cozily. The little blue dog came trotting out of
Indigo's boudoir and crowed like a rooster, for although he could
not see Trot, his keen little nose scented her presence.
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