The third night the king gave another ball.
The two brothers were invited. They had lost so much sleep that they were very cross while they were getting ready.
They made Amaryllis wait on them, and they whipped him soundly because he moved slowly.
Poor Amaryllis was sleepy, too.
At last Amaryllis sat in the chimney corner as before.
He said, “It is too late for the fairy to come to-night.”
He began to play a sad tune.
Then the fairy peeped in at the window and asked, “Will you be good this time and remember what I tell you about playing the fiddle?”
Amaryllis nodded and the fairy came in.