“Our dear child,” cried the queen, “how glad we are to have you with us again! If we could only see our lovely Thalia once more!”
“‘Thalia,’ did you say?” asked Isabelle.
“Yes,” replied the king, “she was our little daughter. But, alas! we do not even know of her existence.”
Isabelle smiled when she thought of the pleasant surprise she had in store for her new friends. She waved the crooked staff and wished that she, with the king, queen, and boy might be transported to the summer-house in her own garden. In a second they were all there, and the very first thing they saw was the black crow perched on the chair.
“Dearest Thalia,” said Isabelle, at the same time waving the crooked staff, “become thy beautiful self again.”
O what a wonderful change! In place of the poor black crow stood a lovely little girl. She kissed her father and mother and threw her arms around her brother’s neck.
Words would fail to tell how much they all loved the beautiful little Princess Isabelle.
But she was very happy, because she had gained two little playmates, Thalia and her brother.
The king and queen decided to live in Isabelle’s castle, so you see she was never lonely again.
“Thank you,” said Dorothy, when the Talking Chair had finished the story.