She immediately took off her ring and put it under her
pillow. As she did so she fancied she felt a finger and thumb take
it gently from under her palm. 'It must be my grandmother!' she
said to herself, and the thought gave her such courage that she
stopped to put on her dainty little slippers before running from
the room. While doing this she caught sight of a long cloak of
sky-blue, thrown over the back of a chair by the bedside. She had
never seen it before but it was evidently waiting for her. She put
it on, and then, feeling with the forefinger of her right hand,
soon found her grandmother's thread, which she proceeded at once to
follow, expecting it would lead her straight up the old stair.
When she reached the door she found it went down and ran along the
floor, so that she had almost to crawl in order to keep a hold of
it. Then, to her surprise, and somewhat to her dismay, she found
that instead of leading her towards the stair it turned in quite
the opposite direction. It led her through certain narrow passages
towards the kitchen, turning aside ere she reached it, and guiding
her to a door which communicated with a small back yard.
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