Kisa the Cat Once upon a time there lived a queen who had a beautiful cat , the colour of smoke , with china-blue eyes , which she was very fond of . The cat was constantly with her , and ran after her wherever she went , and even sat up proudly by her side when she drove out in her fine glass coach . ` Oh , pussy , ' said the queen one day , ` you are happier than I am ! For you have a dear kitten just like yourself , and I have nobody to play with but you . ' ` Do n't cry , ' answered the cat , laying her paw on her mistress 's arm . ` Crying never does any good . I will see what can be done . ' The cat was as good as her word . As soon as she returned from her drive she trotted off to the forest to consult a fairy who dwelt there , and very soon after the queen had a little girl , who seemed made out of snow and sunbeams . The queen was delighted , and soon the baby began to take notice of the kitten as she jumped about the room , and would not go to sleep at all unless the kitten lay curled up beside her . Two or three months went by , and though the baby was still a baby , the kitten was fast becoming a cat , and one evening when , as usual , the nurse came to look for her , to put her in the baby 's cot , she was nowhere to be found . What a hunt there was for that kitten , to be sure ! The servants , each anxious to find her , as the queen was certain to reward the lucky man , searched in the most impossible places . Boxes were opened that would hardly have held the kitten 's paw ; books were taken from bookshelves , lest the kitten should have got behind them , drawers were pulled out , for perhaps the kitten might have got shut in . But it was all no use . The kitten had plainly run away , and nobody could tell if it would ever choose to come back . Years passed away , and one day , when the princess was playing ball in the garden , she happened to throw her ball farther than usual , and it fell into a clump of rose-bushes . The princess of course ran after it at once , and she was stooping down to feel if it was hidden in the long grass , when she heard a voice calling her : ` Ingibjorg ! Ingibjorg ! ' it said , ` have you forgotten me ?
I am XXXXX , your sister ! '
Ingibjorg Kisa Years colour cot day evening months rose-bushes sunbeams