So the King unlocked his gold safe with the seven diamond-handled keys that hung at his girdle, and took out the wish and gave it to his daughter.
And Melisande said: “Father, I will wish that all your subjects should be quite happy.”
But they were that already, because the King and Queen were so good. So the wish did not go off.
So then she said: “Then I wish them all to be good.”
But they were that already, because they were happy. So again the wish hung fire.
Then the Queen said: “Dearest, for my sake, wish what I tell you.”
“Why, of course I will,” said Melisande. The Queen whispered in her ear, and Melisande nodded. Then she said, aloud—
“I wish I had golden hair a yard long, and that it would grow an inch every day, and grow twice as fast every time it was cut, and——”
“Stop,” cried the King. And the wish went off, and the next moment the Princess stood smiling at him through a shower of golden hair.