am not a Princess, will he? And you won't
tell him, will you, Honey dear?"

"I shall not be there," said Honey the gardener's son. "I don't think
I want to look for a Princess; and I certainly cannot leave my garden."

"Oh," said Sunny, and she was almost grave for an instant. "But I will
come back some day, when I have found my Prince, and then you shall be
my gardener," she went on consolingly. "And you don't mind my going
without you, do you, Honey dear?"

"The Princes in the stories always went alone," answered Honey.

So that was how Sunny the Princess went out into the world, without
knowing that she was a Princess. And of course everybody in the
village missed her; but the Queen, her mother, and Honey, the
gardener's son, missed her most of all. Before she went, however,
Honey taught her a song which she was to sing if she ever found herself
in trouble; and this was the song:--

"Friends of Honey,
Come to Sunny;
Whizzing, whirring,
Stillness stirring,
Sunlight blurring;
Friends of Honey,
Fly to Sunny!"

and this she learned by heart before she started.

Now, she travelled a great many days without meeting with any
adventures at all. It was such a delightful country that everybody was
pleased to see her, and she never had any difficulty in getting enough
to eat, for she had only to smile and that was all the payment that
anybody wanted. But one day, as she was walking through a wood, a
great change suddenly came over everything. Every sound was hushed,
and the birds stopped singing, and the wind stopped playing with the
leaves; there was not a rustle or a movement anywhere, and the sun had
gone behind a cloud. In the whole of her short life the little
Princess had never seen the sun go behind a cloud, and she felt
extremely inclined to cry. The further she went, the darker and
gloomier it grew, and at last she could not bear it another minute; so
down she sat by the side of the road and wept heartily.

"Hullo! you must stop that noise or else you will be banished," said a
voice, not very far on. Sunny was so astonished that she stopped
crying at once and looked up to see a little old man with a white beard
staring at her. He was a very sad-looking little man, and his mouth
was drawn down at the corners as though he had been on the point of
crying all his life and had never quite broken down.

"Why must I stop?" asked Sunny. "If you feel unhappy you _must_ cry,
must