'Well, then,' said she, 'I'll wish I was the sort of person who _could_. I won't be made a silly of by a stupid magic jewel. Only let me call my father, because goodness knows what sort of person the person who could love you would be like. _I_ can't imagine anyone who could!' 'You may be as cruel as you like now,' said Muscadel, 'if only somehow or other you'll get to love me afterwards. I will call the King.' So he went to the door and shouted: 'Hi, your Majesty! Step this way for a moment, will you, please?' And His Majesty stepped. 'Look here, daddy,' said the Princess, 'I'm real Princess size again, so give me a kiss!' [Illustration: 'A blowzy, frowzy dairymaid.' Page 363.] When this was done she said very quickly, and before the King could stop her: 'I wish I was the kind of person that could love this archer.' And then and there, before the horrified eyes of the other two, the Princess turned into the kind of person who could love the archer. 'Bless my soul and body!' said the King, turning purple. 'Oh, my heart!' said Muscadel, turning white. For the kind of person the Princess had changed into was a blowzy, frowzy dairymaid, with oily black hair and shining red cheeks, and little black eyes like the currant eyes in gingerbread pigs. Her hands were fat and red, and her feet would not bear looking at for a moment. 'Good old Muscadel!' said the dairymaid that Pandora had turned into; 'now we'll be married and live as happy as two mice in a cheese!' 'Never in this world!' cried Muscadel, snatching the ring from her hand, which was not manners, but we must remember that he was very much upset. He snatched the ring, and he rushed out of the room and out of the palace, and when he got to the archers' quarters he flung himself face down among the rushes on the floor, and lay there till his comrades began to mock him and even to kick him as he lay; and then he got up and fought them with his red fists, one down, t'other come on, till seven of them had owned that they did not want any more. 'Oh dear! oh dear!' said the King in his palace; 'I'd rather have had you flower-fairy size for life than like this! We must get back the jewel and make you into your old self.' 'Not a bit of it,' said the dairymaid Princess. 'I never was so happy in my life. I love that lovely archer, and if I'm a Princess you can order him to marry me, and he'll have to.' 'Lackaday!' said the King. 'Dairymaids don't seem to love like Princesses do.' 'I dare say not,' said she, 'but we know our own minds. I tell you I'm happy, governor, and I'll stay as I am.' The dairymaid Princess called for cold pork and cheese and beer, and, having had quite enough of all three, she went to bed in the Princess's green and white bedroom.