the top there. Sunshine indeed!' and then he suddenly
stretched out his hand to her and made a grab at her hair, screaming
out, 'Why, you've got sunshine! Come here, and let me warm my hands.
Ugh! that's the first time I've felt a little less chilly these hundred
years,' and Sunny stood patiently beside him and let him stroke her
golden hair up and down, and in a minute or two she said quietly,

"'Will you unfasten the door, good Mr. Giant, and let the poor people
through to the other side?'

"The giant still kept hold of her hair. 'It would be no good cutting
it off--the sunshine would go out of it,' Sunny heard him saying to
himself. So she just said again quietly, 'Will you unfasten the door,
good Mr. Giant?'

"And at last he said, 'I'll consider about it. Your hair's getting cold.
Go upstairs,' and he nodded his head towards a door in the corner of the
room, 'go upstairs and fetch some sunshine for me, and come down again.'

"But Sunny wouldn't stir till she had got something out of him. And she
said for the third time,

"'Will you unfasten the door, good Mr. Giant, if I go upstairs to please
you?'

"And the giant gave her a push, and said to her, 'Get off with you, you
tiresome child. Yes, I'll open the door if you'll go and bathe your hair
well, and then come down to warm my hands.'

"So Sunny went upstairs. This stair wasn't like the other. It was a
turny, screwy stair that went round and round itself, for you see it
was near the top of the mountain and there wasn't so much room as down
below. Sunny felt rather giddy when she got to the top, but she got all
right again in a minute when she pushed open the little door she found
there and came out into the sunlight. It was _so_ lovely, and remember,
she hadn't seen sunshine, even though some of the brightness had stayed
with her, since she was a very little girl. You have no idea how pretty
it was up there, not gloomy at all, and with the beautiful warm sunshine
pouring down all round. Sunny was very pleased to warm herself in it,
and then when she looked down over the side of the mountain and saw the
dark tops of the forest trees, she was still more pleased to think that
soon her poor friends would have a chance of enjoying it too. And when
she thought that her hair had caught enough sunshine to please the giant
she called down through the screwy staircase, 'Have you opened the door,
Mr. Giant?' And when the giant said, 'Come down and I'll tell you,' she
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