Then the tall man knelt down beside her and kissed her two hands, and as he kissed them all the sore places were suddenly healed, and the ugly scars vanished, and they grew white and soft again.
"I shall be able to dig now," she said, joyfully.
"There are no more potatoes to dig," said the tall man.
Then she looked round and saw that all the potatoes were gone, and that everything was covered with flowers, instead, as far as she could see.
"Oh, how beautiful!" she exclaimed, and then looked down at her rags. "Everything is beautiful except me."
"And me," added the tall man.
"Yet you look different somehow," she said, wonderingly, and put her hand on his face where the wrinkles had been a month ago.
"I have been learning to dance for a whole month, you see," he said, and laughed merrily. "It is my turn to work again now, and you shall go back to the palace."
The Princess did not look at all pleased at that.
"I don't want to go back a bit," she said, "and besides, I can't go to the palace in this ragged dress, can I?"