chrysanthemums filled the air; and the Prince drank it in and laughed
with pleasure.

"Ah!" he cried suddenly, putting his hand to his head, as the contents
of the bottle fizzed and bubbled in the red metal bowl and the smell of
pine woods and all the other things grew stronger. "So it is all
because the sun shone crookedly on my christening day!"

"Just so," answered the Red Rock Goblin, looking intently into the red
metal bowl. "That is why all the gifts of Fairyland, which ought to
have been yours, were given to Little Wisdom. Now, if you were to go
straight off and find Little Wisdom--"

"That's not a bad idea!" shouted the Prince.

"Of course it isn't," snapped the Goblin, drawing himself up
indignantly. "It is a very good idea; one of the best I have ever
made. If you want a _bad_ idea, you had better go somewhere else for
it."

There was nothing for it but to apologise, and this the Prince did as
politely as he could, saying that if he had been a little more
accustomed to receiving ideas he would have known better how to behave
to this one. He then asked the Goblin to tell him the way to Little
Wisdom's home, but the Goblin answered him just as the rose tree had
done.

"There isn't a way," he said. "If you are the right sort of boy you
will find yourself there, that's all."

There was again no doubt whatever that Prince Charming was the right
sort of boy, for the walls of the square red rock fell down as flat as
the walls of a card house, and he found himself walking in a beautiful
cherry orchard, with bright green grass under his feet and showers of
white blossoms falling softly from above, with a blue and grey sky
overhead, and the sound of bees in the air. Under the largest cherry
tree sat a solemn little girl in a stiff white frock, with a large red
sunshade spread over her. The Prince looked at her doubtfully. If she
had been an ordinary little girl in a pinafore, with a laugh in her
voice, he would have asked her to play with him at once; but it was
impossible to be as friendly as that with a little girl in a stiff
white frock. What he finally did was what he always did when he was in
a difficulty--he began to laugh. The little girl only stared at him
more solemnly than before; and for the first time in his life Prince
Charming felt that laughing was a little out of place.

"Will you come and play with me, Little Wisdom?" he said, taking off
his crown and making her his best court bo