Up went the lid of the tank, and Yellow Lily sweet and smiling.
As soon as the lid was closed, Yellow Lily rushed to her father's side, seized the slumber-pin, and threw it upon the floor. The giant gave a roar and fell sprawling upon the cobblestones.
"Who woke me up?" he growled, trying to gain his feet.
"I did, dear father," said the girl meekly. "You would have slept forever had I not pulled the slumber-pin from your grasp. It is very late."
"You are a good, trustworthy daughter," said the giant. "I will get you something pretty."
He went to the tank and commanded the prince to get out of his nice, soft bed.
"You have lain in bed so long, you must work still harder to-day," he added. "My stables have not been thatched for many years, and I want you to do it to-day. They cover many acres, but if you finish them before dark I will spare you your head. They must be thatched with feathers, to be put on one at a time, and no two of them must be alike."
The prince was again cast down, but he said that he would do his best.
"But where shall I find the birds?" he asked after a period of helpless silence.
"Where do you suppose? I hope you would not try to find them in the frog pond," was the impatient answer. "Here are two whistles, an old one and a new one. You may take your choice."