alas ! alas ! pride must have a fall . for the cavalcade had not proceeded very far when a little bird which was perched on a branch of a bush by the roadside sang out : " nippit fit , and clippit fit , behind the king rides , but pretty fit , and little fit , ahint the caldron hides . " " what is this that the birdie says ? " cried the prince , who , if the truth be told , did not feel altogether satisfied with the bride whom fortune had bestowed upon him . " do you have another sister , madam ? " " only a little one , " murmured the lady , who liked ill the way in which things seemed to be falling out . " we will go back and find her , " said the prince firmly , " for when i sent out the slipper i had no mind that its wearer should nip her foot , and clip her foot , in order to get it on . "
the bird said she was hiding near a caldron .
how did the prince know where to find his true wife ?
how did the prince know where to find his true wife ?