It was so still, that Tina heard her say distinctly, “Oh, fair moon, you have driven away the clouds from the sky. Perhaps there may come some bright hope to drive away the clouds from my life.”
They went sailing on over the blue sea, till they came to land again. They passed by huge masses of gray rocks, and Tina saw ahead of them a pale pink light.
“The sun is coming,” said the moon. “We must hurry home, or I will have to put out my light.”
They soon came in sight of the gleaming palace. Fleecy came to meet them, and the queen went in and left them.
“Now,” said Fleecy, “we will go sailing on the water; and when you get tired, you can just slide down the rainbow to earth again.”
A quantity of little white ships were sailing about. One floated up to them. They got in, and sailed along with the rest.
In every ship there was a little cloud. They all smiled at Tina—sometimes sailing right along by the ship she was in. They were all such happy little clouds.
“Do you always have such a good time?” asked Tina of Fleecy.
“No; sometimes the storms come,” she said, “and they hurry us along, and whirl us about till we hardly know which way to go, and fly as hard as we can to get out of their way.”
Just then thunder was heard in the distance, and Tina began to get frightened. “Oh, I wish I were at home!” she said.