"Alas!" sighed the Queen, "since the death of the jolly King and the loss of my Delicia, all the news in the world is not worth a pin to me."
"There, there, don't be melancholy," said the fairy. "I assure you the Princess is quite well, and I have never seen her equal for beauty. She might be a queen to-morrow if she chose"; and then she told all that had happened, and the Queen first rejoiced over the thought of Delicia's beauty, and then wept at the idea of her being a turkey maiden.
"I will not hear of her being made to marry the wicked King's son," she said. "Let us go at once and bring her here."
In the meantime the wicked Prince, who was very angry with Delicia, had sat himself down under a tree, and cried and howled with rage and spite until the King heard him, and cried out from the window:
"What is the matter with you, that you are making all this disturbance?"
"I FEEL AS IF I WERE THE DAUGHTER OF SOME GREAT KING"
The Prince replied:
"It is all because our turkey maiden will not love me!"