farther and farther away, and next moment the Princess found herself swimming in the sea, and Prince Florizel swimming beside her.
“I crept on to your hand when you were carrying the island,” he explained, when their feet touched the sand and they walked in through the shallow water, “and I got into your ear with an ear-trumpet. You never noticed me because you were so great then.”
“Oh, my dear Prince,” cried Melisande, falling into his arms, “you have saved me. I am my proper size again.”
So they went home and told the King and Queen. Both were very, very happy, but the King rubbed his chin with his hand, and said—
“You’ve certainly had some fun for your money, young man, but don’t you see that we’re just where we were before? Why, the child’s hair is growing already.”
And indeed it was.
Then once more the King sent a letter to his godmother. He sent it by a flying-fish, and by return of fish come the answer—
“Just back from my holidays. Sorry for your troubles. Why not try scales?”
And on this message the whole Court pondered for weeks.
