case, the fine weather has got into them, in the other the rainy.
Rosamond, as she sat warming herself by the glow of the peat-fire,
turning over in her mind all that had passed, and feeling how
pleasant the change in her feelings was, began by degrees to think
how very good she had grown, and how very good she was to have grown
good, and how extremely good she must always have been that she was
able to grow so very good as she now felt she had grown; and she
became so absorbed in her self-admiration as never to notice either
that the fire was dying, or that a heap of fir-cones lay in a corner
near it. Suddenly, a great wind came roaring down the chimney, and
scattered the ashes about the floor; a tremendous rain followed, and
fell hissing on the embers; the moon was swallowed up, and there was
darkness all about her. Then a flash of lightning, followed by a
peal of thunder, so terrified the princess, that she cried aloud for
the old woman, but there came no answer to her cry.

Then in her terror the princess grew angry, and saying to herself,
"She must be somewhere in the place, else who was there to open the
door to me?" began to shout and yell, and call the wise woman all
the bad names she had been in the habit of throwing at her nurses.
But there came not a single sound in reply.

Strange to say, the princess never thought of telling herself now
how naughty she was, though that would surely have been reasonable.
On the contrary, she thought she had a perfect right to be angry,
for was she not most desperately ill used--and a princess too? But
the wind howled on, and the rain kept pouring down the chimney, and
every now and then the lightning burst out, and the thunder rushed
after it, as if the great lumbering sound could ever think to catch
up with the swift light!