So they went off, and woke up the Archbishop, and were married, and the Archbishop came home with them to breakfast, and afterwards they began to make laws as hard as they could. The first law was “There is to be no Plush at all in this kingdom.” And now Albanatolia is the most beautiful country in the world, all soft sweet colours and clear pearly white; and the Queen Perihelia has taught the people how to be happy, so the King has very little work to do, for they are good almost without his interfering at all. It is a lovely country. I hope you will go there some day. I went there once but they would not let me stay because I had a black coat on, and gaiters; and the sight of these clothes made the people so unhappy that the Queen asked me as a private and personal favour to go away, and never to come back unless I could come dressed in something like the colours of the clouds at dawn. I have never been able to manage this, and, anyway, I don’t suppose I could find the way there now. But, if you could get the proper dress, perhaps you could? THE END _Printed in Great Britain by Neill & Co. Limited Edinburgh_ * * * * * Transcriber’s Note: Obvious punctuation errors repaired. Repeated story titles were deleted in this plain text version. Page 88, “an” changed to “ran” (ran up a signal-box) Page 227, “hersel” changed to “herself” (fairy drew herself up) Page 258, “or” changed to “for” (for lack of food) Page 258, “brng” changed to “bring” (but to bring out) End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Nine Unlikely Tales, by E. Nesbit