At this the Princess was dreadfully vexed, and she sat down
under a white rose bush and began to cry bitterly.

`Happy roses,' she thought to herself, `they have only to blossom
in the sunshine and be admired, and there is nobody to be unkind
to them.' And the tears ran down her cheeks and splashed on to
the rose-tree roots. Presently she was surprised to see the whole
bush rustling and shaking, and a soft little voice from the prettiest
rosebud said:

`Poor Princess! look in the trunk of that tree, and you will
find a honeycomb, but don't be foolish enough to share it with
Fanfaronade.'

Mayblossom ran to the tree, and sure enough there was the
honey. Without losing a moment she ran with it to Fanfaronade,
crying gaily:

`See, here is a honeycomb that I have found. I might have
eaten it up all by myself, but I had rather share it with you.'

But without looking at her or thanking her he snatched the honey
comb out of her hands and ate it all up--every bit, without offering
her a morsel. Indeed, when she humbly asked for some he said
mockingly that it was too sweet for her, and would spoil her teeth.

Mayblossom, more downcast than ever, went sadly away and
sat down under an oak tree, and her tears and sighs were so
piteous that the oak fanned her with his rustling leaves, and said: