What Prince Prigio Found in the Garret The Prince walked from room to room of the palace, but, unless he wrapped himself up in a curtain, there was nothing for him to wear when he went out in the rain. At last he climbed up a turret stair in the very oldest part of the castle, where he had never been before; and at the very top was a Ittle round room, a kind of garret. The Prince pushed in the door with some difficulty-not that it was locked, but the handle was rusty, and the wood had swollen with the damp.
The room was very dark; only the last grey light of the rainy evening came through a slit of a window, one of those narrow windows that they used to fire arrows out of in old times.
But in the dusk the Prince saw a heap of all sons of things lying on the floor and on the table. There were two caps; he put one on-an old, grey, ugly cap it was, made of felt.
There was a pair of boots; and he kicked off his slippers, and got into them. They were a good deal worn, but fitted as if they had been made for him. On the table was a purse with just three gold coins-old ones too-in it; and this, as you may fancy, the Prince was very well pleased to put in his pocket. A sword, with a sword-belt, he buckled about his waist; and the rest of the articles, a regular collection of odds and ends, he left just where they were lying. Then he ran downstairs and walked out of the hall door.