But she came dancing on more jubilant than ever, her golden dress and her sunny hair streaming out upon the blast, waving her arms towards the moon, and in the exuberance of her delight ordering the clouds away from off her face.
The prince could hardly believe she was not a creature of the elements, after all.
By the time she had completed another circle, the clouds had gathered deep, and there were growlings of distant thunder.

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.
"No," he answered.