The dame also looked truly glad, and as for the other Jack, he actually turned head over heels, just as Jack had often done himself on his father’s lawn.
Jack had merely meant that Mopsa could point with the wand to anything that she saw; but he was presently told that what he had meant was nothing, and that his words were everything.
“I can make it point now,” said Mopsa, “and it will point aright to anything I please, whether I know where the thing is or not.”
Again the hall was filled with those cries of joy, and the sweet childlike fairies congratulated each other with “The Queen has got a wand—a wand! and she can make it point wherever she pleases!”
Then Mopsa rose and walked towards the beautiful staircase, the dame and all the fairies following. Jack was going too, but the other Jack held him.
“Where is Mopsa going? and why am I not to follow?” inquired Jack.
“They are going to put on her robes, of course,” answered the other Jack.
“I am so tired of always hearing you say ‘of course,’” answered Jack; “and I wonder how it is that you always seem to know what is going to be done without being told. However, I suppose you can’t help being odd people.”
The boy-king did not make a direct answer; he only said, “I like you very much, though you don’t like me.”
“Why do you like me?” asked Jack.