Just as she passed the tree where he stood, a flash of lightning
blinded him for a moment, and when he saw again, to his horror,
the princess lay on the ground. He darted to her, thinking she
had been struck; but when she heard him coming, she was on her feet
in a moment.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"I beg your pardon. I thought--the lightning" said the prince,
hesitating.

"There's nothing the matter," said the princess, waving him off
rather haughtily.

The poor prince turned and walked towards the wood.

"Come back," said Daylight: "I like you. You do what you are told.
Are you good?"

"Not so good as I should like to be," said the prince.

"Then go and grow better," said the princess.

Again the disappointed prince turned and went.

"Come back," said the princess.

He obeyed, and stood before her waiting.

"Can you tell me what the sun is like?" she asked.