“Whatever you will have, dear Frog,” said she--“my clothes, my pearls and jewels, and even the golden crown which I am wearing.” The Frog answered, “I do not care for your clothes, your pearls and jewels, or your golden crown, but if you will love me and let me be your companion and playfellow, and sit by you at your little table, and eat off your little golden plate, and drink out of your little cup, and sleep in your little bed--if you will promise me this, I will go down below, and bring your golden ball up again.” “Oh, yes,” said she, “I promise you all you wish, if you will but bring my ball back again.” She, however, thought, “How the silly Frog does talk! He lives in the water with the other frogs and croaks, and can be no companion to any human being!” But the Frog, when he had received this promise, put his head into the water and sank down. In a short time he came swimming up again with the ball in his mouth, and threw it on the grass. The King’s Daughter was delighted to see her pretty plaything once more, and picked it up, and ran away with it. “Wait, wait,” said the Frog. “Take me with you. I can’t run as you can.” But what did it avail him to scream his _croak, croak,_ after her, as loudly as he could? She did not listen to it, but ran home and soon forgot the poor Frog, who was forced to go back into his fountain again. The next day, when she had seated herself at table with the King and all the courtiers, and was eating from her little golden plate, something came creeping _splish splash, splish splash,_ up the marble staircase. When it got to the top, it knocked at the door, and cried: “_King’s Daughter, youngest. Open the door!_” She ran to see who was outside, but when she opened the door, there sat the Frog in front of it. Then she slammed the door in great haste, sat down to dinner again, and was quite frightened. The King saw plainly that her heart was beating violently, and said, “My Child, what are you so afraid of? Is there a Giant outside who wants to carry you away?” “Ah, no,” replied she, “it is no Giant, but a disgusting Frog.” “What does the Frog want with you?” “Ah, dear Father, yesterday when I was in the forest sitting by the fountain, playing, my golden ball fell into the water. And because I cried so, the Frog brought it out again for me. And because he insisted so on it, I promised him he should be my companion; but I never thought he would be able to come out of the water! And now he is here, and wants to come in.” In the meantime, it knocked a second time, and cried: “_King’s Daughter, youngest! Open to me! Don’t you remember yesterday, And all that you to me did say, Beside the cooling fountain’s spray? King’s Daughter, youngest! Open to me!_” Then said the King, “That which you have promised you must perform. Go and let him in.”