"I'll take the new one," said the prince, and the giant gave him a whistle that looked as though it had never been used.
"Some day you will learn that old things are best," said the giant scornfully.
When the giant had gone, the prince blew the whistle until his lips were puckered out of shape, but not a fowl came to his rescue. At last he sat down upon a rock, almost ready to cry.
But Yellow Lily came again, lovelier than ever in another yellow gown trimmed with the wings of dragon flies, and with pearls in her glorious hair.
"Why do you sit whistling instead of working?" she asked. "Poor prince, you must be hungry. Here is a little table set for two under this big tree. When things worry you, don't give up. The man who keeps his appetite has no cause to despair."
So they sat down and ate peacock tongues and frosted cakes and almonds and many other delicacies, and were happier than ever.
"But it is growing late, and the stable is still unthatched!" cried the prince, suddenly remembering his task as soon as his appetite was satisfied.
"Look behind you," said the girl.
The prince, to his utter surprise, saw that the stables were thatched with downy bird feathers, no two of them alike.
"You are a wonder," he said, grasping her hands in gratitude.