"I do not think his Highness can," said the Messenger.
"Then I can't go with you," said the little Princess. "I will go only to a Prince who can play on a jews-harp."
"I won't learn to play on a jews-harp," said the little Prince when they told him about it.
So he was without a sister and a playmate, and every day he grew more lonely and more unhappy. But he thought a great deal and at last he said:
"I should like to have that little Princess very much. Will you ask her if she will come if she does not have to make molasses pop-corn balls?"
Now, all this time, the Princess had been thinking too. When the Court Messenger gave her the Prince's message, she smiled and said she would come. "The Prince need not play to me on a jews-harp if he does not want to," she said.
So they packed her clothes in ten trunks, and she rode in a gold chariot to the palace of the Prince. The doors were opened wide to greet her, and through them came the sound of the merriest music. The Princess clasped her hands in happiness.
"Who is playing the jews-harp?" she asked. "I am so fond of one."
Just then the Prince came in. It had been he who was playing. He had learned how for her pleasure.
"What are you carrying in that basket?" he asked of the little Princess.