and Corette ashore, and running to his cottage, threw open the door and looked about him. Everything was just right! Everything fitted! He shouted with joy.
It was just daybreak when Corette rushed into her parents' house. Startled by the noise, her father and mother sprang out of bed.
"Our daughter! Our darling daughter!" they shouted, "and she has her proper size again!!"
In an instant she was clasped in their arms. When the first transports of joy were over, Corette sat down and told them the whole story—told them everything.
"It is all right," said her mother, "so that we are all of the same size," and she shed tears of joy.
Corette's father ran out to ring the church-bell, so as to wake up the people and tell them the good news of his daughter's restoration. When he came in, he said:
"I see no difference in anything. Everybody is all right."
There never was such a glorious celebration of Sweet Marjoram Day as took place that year.
The crop was splendid, the weather was more lovely than usual, if such a thing could be, and everybody was in the gayest humor.
But the best thing of all was the appearance of the fairy sisters. When they came among the people, they all shouted as if they had gone wild. And the good little sisters were so overjoyed that they could scarcely speak.
"What a wonderful thing it is to find that we have grown to our old size again! We were here several times lately, but somehow or other we seemed to be so very small that we couldn't make you see or hear us. But now it's all right. We have forty two new games!"
