The next day, when she had seated herself at the table with the King and all the courtiers and was eating from her little golden plate, something came creeping splish splash, splish splash, up the marble staircase, and when it had got to the top, it knocked at the door and cried, “Princess, youngest princess, open the door for me.”  She ran to see who was outside, but when she opened the door, there sat the frog in front of it.  Then she slammed the door to, in great haste, sat down to dinner again, and was quite frightened.  The King saw plainly that her heart was beating violently, and said, “My child, what art thou so afraid of?  Is there perchance a giant outside who wants to carry thee away?” “Ah, no,” replied she, “it is no giant, but a disgusting frog.”

“What does the frog want with thee?” “Ah, dear father, yesterday when I was in the forest sitting by the well, playing, my golden ball fell into the water.  And because I cried so the frog brought it out again for me, and because he insisted so on it, I promised him he should be my companion; but I never thought he would be able to come out of his water!  And now he is outside there, and wants to come in to me.”

In the meantime it knocked a second time, and cried

  “Princess! youngest princess! 
  Open the door for me! 
  Dost thou not know what thou saidst to me
  Yesterday by the cool waters of the fountain! 
  Princess, youngest princess! 
  Open the door for me!”

Then said the King, “That which thou has promised must thou perform.  Go and let him in.”  She went and opened the door, and the frog hopped in and followed her, step by step, to her chair.  There he sat still and cried, “Lift me up beside thee.”  She delayed, until at last the King commanded her to do it.  When the frog was once on the chair he wanted to be on the table, and when he was on the table he said, “Now, push thy little golden plate nearer to me that we may eat together.”  She did this, but it was easy to see that she did not do it willingly.  The frog enjoyed what he ate, but almost every mouthful she took choked her.  At length he said, “I have eaten and am satisfied; now I am tired, carry me into thy little room and make thy little silken bed ready, and we will both lie down and go to sleep.”

The King’s daughter began to cry, for she was afraid of the cold frog which she did not like to touch, and which was now to sleep in her pretty, clean little bed.  But the King grew angry and said, “He who helped thee when thou wert in trouble ought not afterward to be despised by thee.”  So she took hold of the frog with two fingers, carried him upstairs, and put him in a corner.  But when she was in bed he crept to her and said, “I am tired, I want to sleep as well as thou; lift me up or I will tell thy father.”  Then she was terribly angry, and took him up and threw him with all her might against the wall.  “Now thou wilt be quiet, odious frog,” said she.