en had almost forgotten that she was a King's wife.
That was nobody's concern though; and they lived in the tiniest cottage
of all, and Sunny romped with every girl and boy in the place and was
loved by them all. They had called her Sunny because she could look
straight at the sun without blinking, which was more than the boldest
of them could do; and it was such a good name for her that she was
never called anything else. Besides, nobody knew her real name, and as
it is much too long to be mentioned here, and as the Queen had
forgotten it long ago, it really is of no consequence at all.

One fine day, Sunny sat up in the chocolate tree, listening to one of
the stories that Honey the gardener's son was so fond of telling her;
and Honey the gardener's son lay on the grass below, and tried to catch
the chocolate drops with which she was pelting him.

"Why are all your stories so much alike, Honey?" asked Sunny the
Princess. "Why does the Prince always go out into the world to find a
Princess? Why should n't the Princess go and find the Prince, for a
change? I wish I was a Princess; I would start to-morrow. What fun!"

She laughed her very happiest laugh and found an extra large chocolate
drop and threw it into his mouth. Honey laughed as well as any one
could laugh with a chocolate drop in his mouth, and tried to think of
an answer to her question. Honey was not his real name either, but it
was the one they had given him because he knew the language of the
bees, as, indeed, every true son of a gardener should.

"Perhaps the stories are wrong," he said. "I only tell them to you as
I have them from the bees. Or perhaps none of those particular
Princesses ever wanted to go out into the world to find anybody."

"Or perhaps," added Sunny, "they were just found before they had time
to look for a Prince themselves. Do you think that was it? Anyhow, I
don't want to wait for a Prince, for Princes never come this way at
all; so I am going out into the world to seek my own fortune, and I
shall start this very moment!"

She jumped down from the chocolate tree as she spoke, and danced round
Honey, clapping her hands with excitement. Honey was not surprised,
for nobody was ever surprised at anything in that country, but he was
just a little bit sad.

"And I shall ask the first Prince I meet if he will come back with me,"
continued Sunny; "just as the Princes always ask the Princesses in the
stories. He won't know I