“But Father, it’s awkward,” said the princess to the king.
“I know Princess, but it’s ‘til you turn sixteen.”
“I’ve been looking, at the others, scattered through the land.
am I the only girl with a thimble?
On each finger of my hands?”
“Settle down now darling.
Don’t get overwrought.
There was talk about a curse but it is prob’ly all for naught.”