"Now when the sun did not shine in the palace it was a very gloomy place, not like a palace at all, and the queen was sad and the princess unhappy. The princess did not know why she was unhappy, but the queen knew. It was because there was no sunshine to make little faces look pleasant and cheerful. It made the queen sad to see the little princess unhappy and discontented, so she thought she would try to make some sunshine."
"Did she?"
"No," said mamma. "I am sorry to say that the poor queen worked very hard, but she had forgotten how to make it."
"Too bad!" said Flora.
"But when the poor queen was quite discouraged the little princess thought that she would try; and what her poor mamma—I mean the queen—had failed to do, she did. The little princess made the sunshine."
"Oh, goody!" exclaimed Flora, clapping her hands. "How did she do it?"
"Why," said mamma, smiling, and putting her arm round the little girl's neck, "she brought her footstool to the queen's side and told the queen a story."
"Just like me!"
"Yes, dear. And the queen was very happy because the palace was no longer dark and gloomy; it was bright with the sunshine her little girl had made."
"The princess, you mean."