She might call and shout, and no one aboutWould ever call back, Who's there On the wide road leading straight into the country, the wise old woman unfolds her cloak -- and releases from within its folds the Princess Rosamund. When the girl opens eyelids swollen from weeping, she sees nothing familiar. City and palace -- gone Soon she and the wise old woman arrive at a cottage . . . one that seems to have a mind of its own -- to the infinite displeasure of the spoiled young girl Master tale-spinner George MacDonald writes of the palaces and furze-covered hills of mystic old Scotland in his delightful novel of court and countryside, A Double Story.