Then his own clothes were thrust in to him by the stepmother, who embarrassingly lingered to help him button his own waist with the faded horseshoes to the happily restored pants.
"There, there!" she soothed when he was again clad as a man child, and amazingly she kissed him.
Still tingling from this novel assault, he was led by the woman along a dim corridor to a rear stairway.

Down this they went, along another corridor to a far door.

She brought him to rest in a small, meagrely furnished but delightfully scented room.

It was scented with a general aroma of cooked food, and there were many shelves behind glass doors on which dishes were piled.

A drawer was opened, and almost instantly in his ready hands was the largest segment of yellow cake he had ever beheld.