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!
At length the princess had again grown so angry, frightened, and
miserable, all together, that she jumped up and hurried about the
cottage with outstretched arms, trying to find the wise woman.
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