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Updated: June 3, 2025
He had been so excited while they were talking that he had been hardly able to lie still. He was so sorry for the Princess Goldenhair, and so glad for himself. Now he could find his way to the pool with the red berries, and he could bathe his feet in it until they were large enough to satisfy Stumpinghame; and he could go back to his father's court, and his parents would perhaps; be fond of him.
But he had so good a heart that he could not think of being happy himself and letting others remain unhappy, when he could help them. So the first thing was to find the Princess Goldenhair and tell her about the nightingales' fountain. But how was he to find her? The nightingales had not told him. He was very much troubled, indeed. How was he to find her?
"What a pity he doesn't know about the pool where the red berries grow!" said the first nightingale. "What pool and what red berries?" asked the second nightingale. "Why, my dear," said the first, "is it possible you don't know about the pool where the red berries grow the pool where the poor, dear Princess Goldenhair met with her misfortune?"
So he rose up, held the ring in his hand, closed his eyes, and turned around twice. What did happen was that he began to walk, not very fast, but still passing along as if he were moving rapidly. He did not know where he was going, but he guessed that the ring did, and that if he obeyed it, he should find the Princess Goldenhair.
He's always called Spring Onions in the trade. Pushing man. What a joke it would be! Mr. Snyder roared with laughter. 'But seriously, Winter might Just then Goldenhair entered the room with a slip of paper, and Mr. Snyder begged to be excused a moment.
He whipped a knee with the hat. "Now, I've gone and scared you! Say, honest! There isn't a bear in a hundred miles I'd stake my stupid head on it." "But Golden " she began. "Goldenhair?" He smiled again, by way of entreaty. "Why, Goldenhair is you." She clapped on her bonnet in a little flurry, pulling it down to hide the last yellow wisp. Misunderstanding the action, he began to plead.
It had come in almost simultaneously with Laura's marriage, and more and more frequently, as time had passed, the waiter had set it up to the table, at the Doctor's right hand, and lifted Goldenhair into it, until by and by she had totally outgrown it. But she had not grown out of the place of favor at the table.
Indeed, he much preferred being Prince Fairyfoot, as fleet as the wind and as light as a young deer, and he was quite glad to go to the fountain of the nightingales after his visit was at an end, and bathe his feet small again, and to return to the palace of the Princess Goldenhair with the soft and tender eyes.
And when, a few days later, he arrived at the Stumpinghame Palace, attended in great state by the magnificent retinue with which the father of the Princess Goldenhair had provided him, he was received with unbounded rapture by his parents. The King and Queen felt that to have a son with feet of such a size was something to be proud of, indeed.
The Princess Goldenhair sat down upon the edge of the pool and put her feet into it. In two minutes they began to look smaller. She bathed them once, twice, three times, and, as the nightingales had said, they became smaller and more beautiful than ever.
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