“Oh! it was heavy,” she said. I don’t know what fairy feast the children’s fancy had been busy with. Anyhow, this was nothing like it. The heavy tray held a loaf of bread, a lump of cheese, and a brown jug of water. The rest of its heaviness was just plates and mugs and knives.
“Come along,” said the Princess hospitably. “I couldn’t find anything but bread and cheese but it doesn’t matter, because everything’s magic here, and unless you have some dreadful secret fault the bread and cheese will turn into anything you like. What would you like?” she asked Kathleen.
“Roast chicken,” said Kathleen, without hesitation.
The pinky Princess cut a slice of bread and laid it on a dish.
“There you are,” she said, “roast chicken. Shall I carve it, or will you?”
“You, please,” said Kathleen, and r
