'Listen to me, my dear Princess,' said the Queen again, more courteously than she had yet spoken. 'I know that you like to have everything your own way; and, as you are perhaps aware, there is no one who can have things so entirely her own way as can the Queen of the Air Spirits. Now, Princess Hilda, if you will sit down here on my throne I will let you be Queen of the Air Spirits instead of me. You shall have everything your own way, and you shall put on as many airs as you please. Come!'
When Hilda heard this she certainly felt for a moment very much tempted to do as the Queen asked her. But the next moment the thought came to her of her poor little brother Hector, standing in the hundred-and-first corner of Rumpty-Dudget's tower, with his face to the wall and his hands behind his back. So she answered, with tears in her eyes:
'Oh, Queen of the Air Spirits, I am so sorry for my little brother that I do not any longer care to have everything my own way, or to put on airs, or to do anything except find the Diamond Waterdrop, so that Hector may be saved. Can you tell me where it is?'
But the Queen shook her beautiful head and frowned.
'I have no Diamond Waterdrop,' said she. 'Ask yourself where it is.'
Then poor Hilda felt as if her heart would break, and she sobbed out:
'Oh, what shall I do to save my poor little brother?'
There was no answer, and Hilda turned away. But, as she did so, the Queen suddenly said:
'I see the Diamond Waterdrop now, Hilda!'
'Oh, where?' cried Hilda, turning again eagerly.