THE CLOUD THAT HAD NO LINING
to shade his eyes, because its silvery brightness dazzled him.
"Sunbeam silver!" sang the fairies. "Sunbeam silver is the best of all!"
Then Mist-of-the-Morning spread his wings and flew home, trailing the sunbeam after him. And all the fairies in his own cloud welcomed him with shouts and singing, because they saw at once that sunbeam silver was the best of all.
They made their cloud a beautiful thick lining of it, with the silver shining all round the edge. And the rain never came through any more.
Now that I have told you this story I hope you will not forget that it is waste of time to line a cloud with any kind of silver except the kind that sunbeams are made of.
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