When I used to read fairy tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one! There ought to be a book written about me, that there ought! And when I grow up, I'll write one-but I'm grown up now," she added in a sorrowful tone: "at least there's no room to grow up any more here.
"When I used to read fairy tales, I believed such events never happened in real life," she reflected. Now, she finds herself living in a situation that feels just like one of those stories. She expresses a desire for someone to write a book about her experiences, and she plans to write her own when she grows older.
She laments that she's already grown up, but there’s no space left to truly grow anymore in her current environment. Her tone carries a hint of sadness, highlighting her feelings of being trapped or unable to experience new growth or adventures at that moment.
