But after she had looked at it a little-while the queen began to cry bitterly.

None of her ladies could comfort her, nor would she tell any of them what was the matter.

There she sat at her window, weeping, till the king came to see her.

When he came he could not imagine what she was crying about, and begged her to tell him why.

'I am weeping,' she said, sobbing all the time, 'because the hills--are not always--covered with snow.