So the prince went on, all day, calling the fairies to come out of the trees.
When evening came he stood beside an old oak tree, but he called in vain, for the Oak-Tree Fairy would not come out.
Then he went back to the tree in which the Beautiful Princess was, and he said, “Can you come out now?”
The Beautiful Princess said, “I can not come until you let out the Oak-Tree Fairy!”
The next day it rained, and the next, and the next.
It is very sober business walking in the woods in wet weather.
The poor prince got the feathers in his cap all wet, but he must make the Oak-Tree Fairy come out.
He pleaded and pleaded with her to leave her tree.
At last the Oak-Tree Fairy sang this little song: