Dame Frostyface, too, was made a great lady. They put a new velvet cushion on her chair and she sat in a gown of gray cloth, edged with gold, spinning on an ivory wheel in a fine painted parlor. Prince Wisewit built a great summerhouse, covered with vines and roses, on the spot where her old cottage stood. Good boys and girls, who may chance to read it, that time is long ago. Great wars, work and learning, have passed over the world since then and altered all its fashions.
Kings make no seven-day feasts for all comers now.
Queens and princesses, however greedy, do not mine for gold. Chairs tell no tales. It is certain that no living man knows the subsequent history of King Winwealth's country, nor what became of all the notable characters who lived and visited at his palace. Initial text entry and proof-reading of this chapter were the work of volunteer Mary Mark Ockerbloom .