“Oh, oh!” cried Marygold, “please mend the platter!”
“What will you give me?” asked the pixie again.
“I will give you my wedding-ring some day,” said Marygold.
Then the pixie took a feather duster from his pocket. He dusted the broken bits of china and—click, click, click!—they went together, and the platter was whole again. There was not even a crack to be seen!
The lame prince had been sitting on a bench by the fire. Now he got up and began to walk about, for he was very stiff from his journey.
The pixie cried out, “What will you give me if I mend your lame leg? Say, what will you give me if I mend your lame leg?”
The prince was so surprised that he did not know what to do, but he said, “I will give you a marble statue.”
“May I choose the statue out of your palace?” asked the pixie.
The prince nodded his head, and the pixie began to dance about him. He waved his feather duster to and fro about the prince’s lame leg, and soon—will you believe it?—the leg was no longer lame!
Then the prince asked Marygold to marry him, and they went down the garden walk, laughing and singing in the moonlight.