After the third quarter of the moon, however, the bad fairy thought she might be at ease about the affair for a fortnight at least, for there was no chance of the prince wishing to kiss the princess during that period.
So the first day of the fourth quarter he did find the cottage, and the next day he found the glade.

For nearly another week he haunted it.

But the princess never came.

I have little doubt she was on the farther edge of it some part of every night, but at this period she always wore black, and, there being little or no light, the prince never saw her.
Nor would he have known her if he had seen her.

How could he have taken the worn decrepit creature she was now, for the glorious Princess Daylight?
At last, one night when there was no moon at all, he ventured near the house.