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 day.

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.  Hurrah!  We have forty-two new games!”

And at that, the crop being all in, the whole country, with a shout of joy, went to work to play.

There were no gayer people to be seen than Corette and the Condensed Pirate.  Some of his friends called this good man by his old name, but he corrected them.

“I am reformed, all the same,” he said, “but do not call me by that name, I shall never be able to separate it from its associations with tidies.  And with them I am done for ever.  Owing to circumstances, I do not need to be depressed.”

The captain of the ship never stopped off the coast for a load of tidies.  Perhaps he did not care to come near the house of his former captor, for fear that he might forget himself again, and take the ship a second time.  But if the captain had come, it is not likely that his men would have found the cottage of the Condensed Pirate, unless they had landed at the very spot where it stood.

And it so happened that no one ever noticed this country after it was condensed.  Passing ships could not come near enough to see such a very little place, and there never were any very good roads to it by land.

But the people continued to be happy and prosperous, and they kept up the celebration of Sweet Marjoram Day as gayly as when they were all ordinary-sized people.

In the whole country there were only two persons, Corette and the Pirate, who really believed that they were condensed.