cried for joy, because now they were both young and beautiful again.
The Cat cried for sympathy.
'And now we shall live happy ever after,' said the Princess, putting her other arm round the Cat. 'Dear pussy-nurse, do tell me, now it's all over, who you really are.'
'I give it up. Ask another,' said the Cat.
But as she spoke she went herself through the fire, and on the other side came out not one person, but eleven. She was, in fact, the Professor, the nurse, the palace butler, footman, housemaid, parlourmaid, between-maid, boots, scullion, boy in buttons, as well as the rescued cat—all rolled into one!
'But we only used one part of ourselves at a time,' they all said with one voice, 'and I hope we were useful.'
'You were a darling,' said the Princess—'darlings, I mean. But who turned you all into exactly the pussy-nurse I wanted?'
'Oh, that was the Magician,' said all the voices in unison; 'he was your fairy-godfather, you know.'
'What has become of him?' asked the Princess, clinging to her lover's arm.
