Now when the prince returned to his palace, he was sad not to find Marygold. He searched for her high and low.
One of the proud sisters went to his palace. She hoped he would marry her, but he was too sad to notice her at all. The proud sister was angry and went away.
One evening Marygold sat up late. The Sun-bonnet Fairies had gone to bed.
Marygold was braiding her hair and singing:
“Oh, I am sad as sad can be,
Pixie, fairy, come to me.”
There was a rustle in the tree-branches overhead and a shrill voice called, “Who said ‘pixie’?”
There sat the pixie, up in the tree.
“I told you not to go outside the castle grounds,” said the pixie. “What will you give me if I take you home?”