The Little Miner The next day the great cloud still hung over the mountain, and the rain poured like water from a full sponge.

The princess was very fond of being out of doors, and she nearly cried when she saw that the weather was no better.

But the mist was not of such a dark dingy grey; there was light in it; and as the hours went on it grew brighter and brighter, until it was almost too brilliant to look at; and late in the afternoon the sun broke out so gloriously that Irene clapped her hands, crying: 'See, see, Lootie! The sun has had his face washed.

Look how bright he is! Do get my hat, and let us go out for a walk.

Oh, dear! oh, dear! how happy I am!' Lootie was very glad to please the princess.