The King looked at the tiny winged thing--flower-fairy size--that settled on his hand. And he put on his spectacles and looked again. And then he got a magnifying-glass and looked through that. 'Yes,' he said, 'it certainly is you! What a thing to happen, and on your birthday, too! Oh dear! oh dear!' 'It _is_ rather hard, daddy,' said the poor Princess; 'but you are so wise and clever, you'll be able to get me back to my right size again.' 'My dear,' said the King, 'I received a thorough commercial education, but I never learned magic. In fact, I doubt whether it is still taught even at Oxford.' 'Daddy dear,'said the Princess shyly, 'I've read a good many books about magic--fairy-tales they're called, you know--and----' 'Yes,' said the King, who saw at once what she meant. 'Of course, I shall do that first thing.' And next morning all the newspapers contained an advertisement: 'Wanted, competent Prince to undo magic and restore Princesses to their right size. None but eldest sons need apply. The usual reward offered. Apply at the palace.' 'I think _that's_ a mistake, daddy,' said the Princess; 'in the fairy stories it's always the youngest son who makes everything come right. And people don't know their fairy history nowadays; they mayn't know what the reward is.' So the next day the advertisement was changed to: 'Any sons of respectable monarchs may apply. The successful candidate will receive the Princess's hand in marriage.' 'It's all very well to put that in,' said the Princess to herself, 'but if I don't like him I shan't marry him. I'll give him all my jewels instead.' But all the Kings' sons in the world had forgotten their magic, if they ever knew any, and not one single Prince applied at the palace. So the Princess had to do the only possible thing--make the best of it. And she did it bravely. Now, when the fly, whose name, by the way, was Muscadel, flew off from the foxglove-bell with the magic jewel on his feathery foot, he flew straight to the Princess's boudoir and settled down on his favourite spot, the corner of the frame of her mirror. And there he sat and wondered how he could best use the magic jewel. And he thought so hard that he never noticed a large spider who spun a web right across the corner where he sat, and when he spread his wings to assist his meditations by a little exercise he was caught in the web. 'Aha!' said the spider, smiling greedily. 'Oh dear! oh dear!' said the fly. 'How nice you look!' said the spider. Then very slowly and carefully she began to move towards him. 'What a terrible thing it is to be a fly!' said he. 'I wish I was a spider.' And, of course, instantly he was. He broke the web and scrambled down the mirror, for he was still horribly frightened of the other spider. He got out of the window and down into the garden, and hid himself under a leaf of a burdock, which was there because the gardener was a lazy fellow and neglected his business.