"But you can dance well now?" she said, anxiously.
"Ah yes. And I know how to laugh, too," he replied.
The Queen came up with her face covered with smiles.
"I am delighted," she said, "and you may both kiss my hand."
"I thought I saw a resemblance all the time," said the King, "and if there are going to be no more mists, supposing we go in to lunch."
All the courtiers, of course, had also known King Marigold all the time, but had not liked to say so; and the Princess kissed the little page on both cheeks, and they really did go in to lunch at last.
And every year, in the far-away country where King Marigold and his Queen are still ruling over a nation of happy people, a very curious thing happens. For just about the time when most people go to the sea-side for a holiday the King and Queen come down from their throne and go out into the fields, and all the courtiers go with them; and there they spend a whole month digging potatoes among the peasants.
And there is no one in the whole kingdom who does not know how to dance.