How the nurse came to sleep through it was a mystery, but I suspect the old lady had something to do with it.
It was a clear warm morning.

The wind blew deliciously over the Mountainside.

Here and there she saw a late primrose but she did not stop to call upon them.

The sky was mottled with small clouds.
The sun was not yet up, but some of their fluffy edges had caught his light, and hung out orange and gold-coloured fringes upon the air.

The dew lay in round drops upon the leaves, and hung like tiny diamond ear-rings from the blades of grass about her path.
'How lovely that bit of gossamer is!' thought the princess, looking at a long undulating line that shone at some distance from her up the hill.