he setting sun. When it reached the palace it
hung just above it, and she could see quite plainly that it was made of
millions and millions of bees. Then the three bees which had dropped
on her round white arm floated up into the air and flew round her head
three times and went away to join the cloud of bees overhead. Sunny
knew then that they were going to do what she wanted; and she clapped
her hands and laughed, as the humming and buzzing began all over again,
and the cloud moved away as quickly as it had come. "Hurry, hurry,
dear little bees!" she cried from the palace window; and the next
moment there was not a bee left in the whole kingdom, for they had all
gone to the village without a name, in the other King's country.

Everybody wondered why the Princess was so disdainful to all the
Princes who danced with her, that night. But nobody wondered any more
when Honey the gardener's son arrived; and this really happened, only
three days later. And he came, all in his gardener's clothes; and he
walked straight into the palace, just as Sunny had done; and she met
him in the great hall, where the King and the Queen and the whole court
were having a reception to receive one another. And they both shouted
with happiness and ran straight into each other's arms; and they kissed
and kissed and kissed, and then they fell to talking as fast as they
could; and they both talked at once for three quarters of an hour,
before either of them heard a word. Then they sat down on the steps of
the King's throne, just because it happened to be there, and Sunny told
him everything that had happened to her. Nobody interfered, not even
the Prime Minister, for Sunny had done so many curious things since her
arrival that one more or less made very little difference.

"It is very dull being a Princess," said Sunny. "And I don't like
palaces much, after all; they are such stuffy places! The people who
live in them are rather stuffy, too. And there is n't a chocolate tree
in the whole of the garden; did you ever know such a stupid garden?
Oh, I am so glad you have come, Honey dear!"

"Have you found your Prince?" was all that Honey said.

"Princes are not a bit amusing," said Sunny. "There were fifty-two
Princes at the ball, the other night, but I did n't like any of them.
I am dreadfully tired of being a Princess. It is ever so much nicer in
the village, under the chocolate tree."

"Of course it is," said Honey. "We 'll go ba