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 Half Title
 Title Page
 The Truth of Fairy Tales
 Table of Contents
 Frontispiece
 Beauty and the Beast
 Jack and the Beanstalk
 Rumpel-stilt-skin
 The Frog Prince
 Little Red Riding-Hood
 Front Matter
 Drakestail
 Hop o' My Thumb
 Cinderella or the Little Glass...
 The Dancing Shoes
 The Goose Girl
 Tom Thumb
 Briar Rose or the Sleeping...
 Toads and Diamonds
 Jack the Giant-Killer
 Furball
 Rapunzel
 King Hawksbeak
 Back Matter
 Back Cover
 Spine


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Title: Once upon a time a book of old-time fairy tales
Uncontrolled: Cinderella
Little Red Riding Hood
Sleeping Beauty
Rapunzel
Jack and the beanstalk
Beauty and the beast
Physical Description: 128 p. : col. ill. ; 31 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Bates, Katharine Lee, 1859-1929
Price, Margaret Evans, 1888-1973
Rand McNally and Company
Publisher: Rand, McNally & Co.
Place of Publication: Chicago
Publication Date: [c1921]
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Subjects / Keywords: Fairy tales   ( lcshac )
Fairy tales -- 1921
Bldn -- 1921
Genre: Fairy tales
non-fiction   ( marcgt )
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Statement of Responsibility: ed., with introduction, by Katharine Lee Bates ; with pictures by Margaret Evans Price.
General Note: Illustrated lining-papers.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Half Title
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Title Page
        Page 3
        Page 4
    The Truth of Fairy Tales
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
    Table of Contents
        Page 9
    Frontispiece
        Page 10
    Beauty and the Beast
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
    Jack and the Beanstalk
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
    Rumpel-stilt-skin
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
    The Frog Prince
        Page 34
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
    Little Red Riding-Hood
        Page 39
        Page 40
    Front Matter
        Front Matter 1
        Front Matter 2
    Drakestail
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
    Hop o' My Thumb
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
        Page 58
    Cinderella or the Little Glass Slipper
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
        Page 64
        Page 65
        Page 66
    The Dancing Shoes
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
        Page 70
        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
    The Goose Girl
        Page 74
        Page 75
        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
        Page 79
        Page 80
    Tom Thumb
        Page 81
        Page 82
        Page 83
        Page 84
        Page 85
        Page 86
        Page 87
        Page 88
    Briar Rose or the Sleeping Beauty
        Page 89
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
        Page 93
    Toads and Diamonds
        Page 94
        Page 95
        Page 96
        Page 97
        Page 98
    Jack the Giant-Killer
        Page 99
        Page 100
        Page 101
        Page 102
        Page 103
        Page 104
        Page 105
        Page 106
        Page 107
        Page 108
    Furball
        Page 109
        Page 110
        Page 111
        Page 112
        Page 113
        Page 114
        Page 115
    Rapunzel
        Page 116
        Page 117
        Page 118
        Page 119
        Page 120
    King Hawksbeak
        Page 121
        Page 122
        Page 123
        Page 124
        Page 125
        Page 126
        Page 127
        Page 128
    Back Matter
        Back Matter 1
        Back Matter 2
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
    Spine
        Spine
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Edited, with Introduclion, by
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Wi~th Pichures by
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Copyright, 1921, by
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THE TRUTH OE FAIRY TALE S

ITis a pity, but there are people who say fairy tales are not true. These are
people, if you take notice, who were children so long ago that they have
forgotten how honest the looks of daisies are when, sitting on the ground, one's
face is no higher than theirs, and how sweet is the chime of Canterbury bells
when the little ringer stands below. It is a long, long time since they have talked
with a Frog Prince on the edge of a well or danced their satin shoes into shreds
for pure gladness of heart. There is a truth for childhood as well as a truth for
tall, troubled daddies who have their own' funny way of thinking pages of figures
important. To the children these pages are foolish, scribbled over only by crooked
little shapes marked in ink or pencil, pictures not nearly so amusing as the houses
and boats and motor cars they scrawl with colored chalks on their own playroom
blackboards. To the fathers, of course, the figures are not figures at all, but houses
and boats and motor cars, bonds and bills, stocks and dividends. If fathers
remembered the language of Fairyland, they could read to the children from those
dismal account books of theirs the same old wonder stories all written carefully out
in those crooked little shapes,--how, for instance, brave. Jack Business had gone
out to slay Giant Debt, Giant Mortgage, Giant Income Tax, and ~even that
monstrous, many-headed ogre, Giant High Cost of Living.
If mere figures look like this to middle age, why may not childhood's brighter
eyes see pink -skirted fairies dancing in the rosebushes, roguish elves plotting
mischief under the brims of their straw-colored, sky-colored hats in the pansy bed,
Rumpel-stilt-skin capering for joy of his secret, and dusty Hop-o'-My-Thumbs, that
the gardeners call toads, hurrying by paths of their own back to their homes in
the shade of lilac and laurel ? And once outside the garden, how hill and fields 1
and wood abound with
Wee folk, good folk
Trooping all together,
Green jacket, red cap,
Alnd white owl's feather!"

In Ireland even the grown-ups are friends with the fairies. There is no man
mowing the meadow but what sees the little people at one time or another."
Not true ? Bless your heart! These tales have been true since the beginning
of the world. The first duck that ever quacked was a Drakestail out for adven-
tures. The first pumpkin that ever grew was a golden coach, waiting for
Cinderella. And if, as all good gossips believe, telling a thing over and over makes
it so, who can question the romance of the Little Ash Maiden, when no fewer than
three hundred and forty-five different telling of the story may be found written
dowcn in books to-day ? These are tales of many nations, told in many languages,
but they all agree about Cinderella and her lost slipper, though some say the







slipper was glass and some. say silver and some say fur and some say gold.
They differ about Cinderella's helper, too. Sometimes it. is a fairy godmother that
comes stepping through the evening shadows, a tiny lady leaning on an ivory staff
white as a wand of moonlight, but sometimes it is a kindly dove, or a strange
green bird with a rare taste in toilets. Little girls over in Italy are told at bed-
time, while the black lashes droop lower and lower over big black eyes, how the
friendly green bird dressed G~inderella for her first ball in leaf-green with' diamonds
bright as dew, and for her second ball in sea-green with jewels as many-tinted
as the foam, but for her third ball in all the colors of the heavens; all the
comets, the stars and moon on her dress, and the sun on her brow." No wonder
the eyes of the young prince were dazzled!
And if the little Italian girls fall asleep dreaming of princely lovers, why
not! Dreams are true, too, in their own beautiful way. What real boy, absorbed
though he seems in fishing and baseball, does not sometimes, off on the hills with
his dog, blush through the tan and freckles at his own dream, that dream he would
not hint even to his mother for all of Captain Kidd's buried treasure, that dream
of some day making gallant way through thorn and forest and finding the sleeping
princess, Briar Rose, waiting for him in her enchanted garden ?
Fairy tales not true! We live in their very midst. Never did hens lay such
golden eggs as now. What seven-leagued boots can overtake the speed of the
messages that are flashed about the globe ? The blue air is crossed by flying
chariots more marvelous than any the magician of Giant Galligantus could make.
Many a princess in disguise, like Little Furball, and the queen of King Hawksbeak,
and the Goose Girl, is doing her daily .drudgery with a brave face. Still Rapunzel
sings in her ivory tower. And Beauty still transforms the Beast into a Fairy
Prince.
A fairy story Is, after all, only a wonder story; and so all this wonderful
world of ours is a gay-pictured fairy book. Our fathers and mothers of a thousand
and two thousand and three thousand years ago knew this better than we do and
stayed children all their lives, watching the glad ways of the wildwood. How often
that runaway little lad, Will Shakespeare, spied on the dainty court manners of
rich-mantled Moth and gold-helmed Mustardseed, of Pease-blossom--
"Whose woven wings the summer dyes
Of many colors,"
and of Cobweb, dressed very much like Tom Thumb,
"H--is hat made of an oaken leaf,
His shirt a spider's web!"
These child-hearted ancestors of ours, who dropped toads and diamonds from
their lips just as we do, knew. about witches and dragons, too, and were at home
among the forest folk in fur and feathers. They delighted in the cleverness of
Bre'r Rabbit and looked out for the tricks of Reynard the Fox. They were
warned of the wickedness of the wolf by Little Red Riding Hood, for, with the
cake and pat of butter fresh in her basket, she is still trippmng all over Europe







on her way to visit her Grandm~other; and here in America the glint of her little
hooded cloak, bright as a firefly, may be followed from the White Mountains to
the Rockies, and from the Rockies to the Sierras and out beyond the Golden
Gate, past the islands of the sea, back, to the India where she began. Don't ever
believe any one who tells you the wolf, however big his mouth, could truly eat
up Red Riding Hood! Let no tender-hearted child grieve over her story, but be
sure she found her way out of those grim jaws, Grandmother and butter and cake
and all, and left the lying wolf to the stomach-ache he deserved. It is even
rumored that the wolf was so ashamed of himself that he repented and turned
into a collie, the most devoted of guardians for any Little Red Riding Hood who
takes a lonely road.
It is clear that fairy tales are rich in the truth of imagination. They stand to
a child's mind for that play which his elders call art. They are rich in sympathy,
too, enlarging a child's circle of friends. Fairies are, as a rule, charming in their
looks and manners, merry and sociable, eager to help people out of trouble. The
bad fairy is only one whom some slight, like not being invited to the christening,
has put out of temper. Even gnomes and goblins are full of fun, and the worst of
ogres may have an amiable wife.
-Fairy tales have moral and spiritual values. They quicken the budding spirit
to beauty and joy, to the magic and mystery of earth; they condemn pride, envy,
laziness, selfishness, cruelty; they honor pluck, patience, generosity, gentleness,
mercy; they hold the divine faith that goodness cannot in the long run be
overcome of evil. Children are quick to catch the noble strain even in the wildest
of their fairy-tale heroes, whose exploits life will give them many a chance to
emulate. That adventurous Jack the Giant-Killer did not kill all the giants..
While Ogre Greed still gobbles his prey in his great guarded castle, there is fighting
yet for every Jack Braveheart to do.
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BEAUTY AND THE BEAST . . . . .


JACK AND THE BEANSTALK . . . .


RUM*PEL-STILT-SKIN . . . . .


THE FROG PRINCE . . . . .


LITTLE RED RIDING-HJooD . . . .


DRAUKESTAIL . . ...


HoPo' MYTcH[UMB . . .


CINDERELLA OR THE LITTLE GLASS SLIPPER . .


THE DANCING SH-OES . . . . .


THE GOOSE GIRL . . . . .


Ton/rTa[ums . . .


.BRIAR ROSE OR THE SLEEPING BEAUTY .. .


TOADS AND DIAMONDS . . . . .


JACK THE GIANT-KILLER . . . . .


FURBALL . .. .


RAPUNZEL . . . . . . .


KING H[AWKSBEAK . . . . .


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B'EAUT7Y AND THE BEAST


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to work hard to earn our living
there."'
When the family was settled in
the cottage, the merchant and his
three sons worked all day in the
field. Beauty rose at four o' clock,
put the house in order, and .got
breakfast for the whole family. It
was hard at first, for she was not
used to wvorking like a servant,
but it garew\ easier and easier, and
Beauty grew healthier and rosier.
When she had finished her work
she would, amuse herself with read-
ing, or playing on the harpsichord,
or spinning the golden flax, sing-
ing as she spun.
H-er sisters did not knowv what to
do to pass the time. They did not
get~ up until ten o'clock. Then
they strolled about, wailing over the
loss of their carriage and their tSne
clothes.- And they despised poor
Beauty because she was not as miser-
able as they were


Once upon a time there was a
merchant who was very, very rich.
This merchant had three boys and
three girls. The three daughters
were all pretty, but the youngest
wras the prettiest of all. Indeed, she
was so beautiful that everyone, dur-
ing her childhood, called her Little
Beauty. When she grew up the
name clung to her ~and this th~ade
her sisters jealous.
Now Beauty was not only pret-
tier than her sisters, but she was
better tempered, too, for these elder
sisters were proud and would have
nothing to do with anyone who was
not rich and grand.
All of a sudden the merchant lost
his huge fortune. Nothing was left
to himn but a cottage in7 the country.
W~ith the tears running dowvn his
cheeks he said to h is sons and
daughters :
"My~ children, we mnust go and
live in the cottage. WIe shall hae


ON\CE UPONJ A rTIM/E



BEAUTY AND TH--E. BEAST






("Since you are so kind as to think
of me, dear father," answered Beauty,
"~I should like to have you bring
me a rose, for we have none in our
garden."
It was not that Beauty cared so
much for a rose, b'ut she did not
want it to look as if she were try-
ing to be better than her sisters,
who would have said she refused
only to be praised.
The father set out on his jour-
ney, but when he reached the port
he had to go to law about the
cargo. After a great deal of trouble
he started back as poor as when he
left home.
He was within thirty miles of his
home, and was thinking of how
happy he would be to see his chil-
dren again. But his road lay through
a thick forest, and in a blinding
storm he lost his way. All at once,
down a long avenue of trees, he
saw a golden gleam which seemed
to be at a great distance. He rode
toward it and found that it 'shone
from a splendid palace bnrightly
lighted from top to bottom. Not a
soul was to be seen in any of the
outer yards.
The stable door stood open, and
the merchant's horse, half-starved,
walked in and helped himself to a
plentiful meal of oats and. hay.
Leaving his horse in the stable, the


The family had been living in the
cottage about a year when one
morning a letter came to the mer-
chant. This letter told him that
one of his richest ships, which he
had thought lost, had come at last
to port.
The two elder sisters were wild
with joy. When their father set
out for the port they begged he
would bring back to them new
gowns, caps, rings, and all sorts of
trinkets. Beauty asked for nothing,
for she thought that all the ship's
cargo would scarcely buy what her
sisters had asked for.
"Don't you want me to bring you
anything, Beauty?~" asked he~r father.






merchant went into the house. Still
he found no one. But in a large
room he found a cheerful fire and
a table spread with the finest food.
The table was set for one.
As the rain and snow had wvet
him to the skin, he went and stood
before the fire.
"Surely," he said to himself, ((the
master of the house or his servants
will pardon the liberty I am taking.
Of course some one wvill come
before long."
He waited and waited, but no
one came. When the clock struck
eleven, he decided he could endure
his hunger no longer. So he helped
himself to a chicken, which he ate
to the bones, all the time trembling
with fear. Now that he no longer
felt hungry, he took courage and
began to look about him. He passed
through one beautifully furnished
room after another, and finally came
to a chamber in which, there was
an inviting couch. It was past mid-
night and he was very tired, so he
shut the door and went to bed.
It was ten o'clock the next morn-
ing when he waked. And what
was his astonishment to see beside
his bed a handsome new suit of
clothes, instead of .his own, which
were quite worn out!
"Surely," he said to himself, "this
palace belongs to a good fairy, who


has taken pity on me and cared for
me in my trouble."
He looked out of the window
and saw no snow, but a lovely
flower garden. He returned to the
room where he had eaten the night
before and there he found a little
table spread with fruit and eggs,
a plate of buttered toast, and a pot
of fragrant hot coffee.
"~Thank you, good fairy," he said
aloud, "~for your kind care of me."
After breakfast he started toward
the stable to look after his horse.
As he passed through the rose gar-
den he remembered what Beauty
had asked for, and he picked a




























daughter who had asked me to bring
her a rose."
"Iam not a lord," replied the
monster, "(but a beast. I do not like
sweet words, so do not think you
can soften me with flattery. You
say you have daughters. I will
pardon you if one of them will
come and die in your place. Do
not try to argue with me, but go'; and
swear to me that if you~r daughters
refuse, you will come back in three
monthss"
The merchant did not intend for
a moment to let o~ne of his daugh-
ters die for him. But he thought.
that if he pretended to do what the'


spray of roses to carry home. As
he was picking them he heard a
terrible noise, aBnd saw such a fright-
ful beast coming toward him that
he almost fainted with fear.
"IUngrateful man!" roared the
Beast. "I saved your life by receiv-
ing you in my palace, and in return
y'ou steal my roses, which I love
more than anything else in the
world. You shall pay for .this with
your life."
TThe merchant threw himself on
his knees, crying:
"IMy lord, forgive -me! I did
not mean to offend you. I picked
Only this one spray for nriy youngest






how power-ful be is.


I caturiot thank


two sisters rubbed their eyes with
an onion to make believe they shed
a great many tears, but the merchant
and his sons really wept. Beauty
did not cry, for she thought this
would only make the others more
unhappy.
The horse took the right road
of his own accord and when they
reached the palace, went at once to
the `stable. H-and in hand, the
merchant and Beauty entered the
house, and there thiey found a table
set for two, with the most delicious
things to eat. ~After supper they
heard a roar like thunder; and the
poor merchant wept as he told
Beauty. good-by, for she had per-
suaded him, for the sake of his other
children, to leave her there, alone.
Beauty, when she saw the terrible
Beast, all claws and bristles, trembled
a little, but she tried to be as brave
as she could. ;The monster asked,
her if she had come of her, own
free will.
"Y-e-s," she answered, trembling.
"You are a good girl," growled
the Beast, ((and I thank yoqu. Ais
for you," he said to the father, who,
forgetting his promise .had rushed
back to protect his child, "you are
to leave this place to-morrow morn-
ing. Take care that you never find
your way .here again. Good-night,
Beauty!"


Beauty enough for her love., but I
will not let her die for me."
"You shall never go to the palace
without me," cried Bleauty. "You
cannot prevent my following you."
The merchant was so unhappy at
the thought of losing Beauty that
he never thought o~f the chest of
gold. But when he went to his
room at night, he found it standing
by his bedside. He said nothing to
his elder daughters about his treas-
ure, for he knew they would want
it for dowries to win them husbands,
but he~ told Beauty the secret.
When the three months had
passed, the merchant and Beauty set
out for the palace of the Beast. The






Beast asked he would at least see
his children again. So he promised,
and the Beast told him he might
set off as soon as he pleased.
**But," added the Beast, "(I don't
want you to go empty-handed. Go
back to the room in which you
slept. There you will find an empty
chest which you may fill with what-
ever you like best. I will send it
to your house."
The Beast then went away, and
the merchant said to himself:
"IIf I must die, 'I shall at least
be able to leave something for my
children."
He went back to the room in
which he had slept. There. he found
a great quantity of gold pieces and,
after slipping five into his purse,
he filled the chest to the very brim
with them. Then he mounted his
horse and set out for home. The
horse found his way through the
forest, and in a few hours the mer-
chant reached his cottage. All six
children gathered around him. After
giving to each of the others a gold
piece, he handed to Beauty the
spray of roses, saying: .
"Ta ~e it, Beauty; little do you
think what it has cost your poor
father." -
Then he told them all that had
happened in the Beast's palace. The
two elder sisters began to weep, and


to blame Beauty, who did not shed
a tear.
"See," said they, "(what the pride
of the little wretch has done! Why
did 'she .not ask for fine things as
w~e did? But no, she must do some-
thing different! And now she is
causing her father's death, yet she
does not shed a tear!"
"IWhy should I weep ?" said
Beauty. "'My fathier will not die.
I shall in his stead give myself up
to the B3east."
"1No, no, sister!" :cried the three
brothers. "YUou shall .not die. We
will go and find this monster, and
he or we will perish."'
"YUou can' never kill him," said
the merc-hant. "You have no idea






"(Good-night, Beast!" she answered
in her sweet-toned voice, and the
monster shuffled away.
"~O my child," groaned the mer-
chant, "(I cannot leave you to such
a fate. Go home and let me stay."
"~No," replied Beauty. "'What
would become of the other children
without you? You must go home
to-morrow morning,*'
They now wished each other a
sorrowful good-night and went to
bed. In the morning the merchant'
kissed Beauty good-by and rode
sadly toward home. When he was
out of sight Beauty sat down and
cried. But she was really a brave
girl and soon dried her tears and
began to explore .the palace. What
was her surprise at corning to a
doorway over which was written
"~Beauty's room!" She opened the
door, and her eyes were dazzled by the
splendor of the chamber. But she
was most pleased with the many
books, the harpsichord, and the
music.
"IDoes the. Beast want me to be
happy?"' she wondered. "(Surely he
would not have done all this for
me if I had only one day to live."
She opened a book, in which was
written in letters of gold: :
"You may wish for anything, you
may order anything. You are queen
and mistress here."


"~Alas!" thought Beauty, "there is
nothing I. want so much as to see
my poor father, and to know what
he is doing now."
.Just then she glanced at a large
looking-glass, and 10 and behold!
she saw her home,.and her father
riding up to the cottage. Her sis-
ters had come out to meet him
an'd they were trying to look sorry,
but they could not hide their joy
because Beauty had not come back.
Beauty saw the picture for only a
moment, but she began to think
that the Beast might mean to be
kind -to her.. Surely she need not
be afraid of him!






Aet noon she found dinner served,
and as she ate she heard the sweetest
music, though she sawr no one. That
.evening Beauty was just sitting
dowrn to the supper table when she
heard the shuffle of great shaggy
paws, and she could not help trem-
bling with terror. .
"Beauty," growled the Beast, stand-
ing up pleadingly on his hind legs,
"will you give me the pleasure of
seeing you sup?"
"That is as. you wish," answered
Beauty.
"~Tell me, Beauty," asked the
Beast, "do you think I am very,
very ugly?"


"Yes, Beast," said Beauty, "~I can-
not tell a lie. But I think you are
very good."
Beauty ate with an excellent appe-
tite, and the Beast wvas so humble and
polite she had nearly got the better
of her fear of him when he asked:
"Beauty, will you marry me?"
She was afraid of making the
monster angry if she refused, but said
bravely:
"INo, Beast."
The Beast sighed so deeply that
he shook the palace, and sadly said:
"Good-night, Beauty!" Then he left
her, and Beauty began to feel sorry
for him.
"Alas!" she said, whata, a pity
he is so frightful, since he is so
goo .d"
Beauty lived three months in the
palace very contentedly. The Beast
visited her every evening. Beauty
grew used to his ugliness, and every
evening she saw more clearly how-
good he was. But there was one
thing that made her unhappy. Every
evening before he left her the
Beast asked her to marry him. ACnd-
when, every evening, she said no,
his sighs made the palace rock as
if in a high wind. At last one
night the Beast said to her:
"If you will not marry me, at least
promise me, Beauty, that you will
never leave me."






"No," said Beauty, weeping, "I
will never cause your death. I prom-
ise to come back in a weekk"
"You shall find yourself ~with
I I Iyour father to-morrow morning,"
answered the Beast. "But remember
your promise`. When you wish to
come back, just put your ring on a
... table when you go to bed. G~ood-by,
dear Beauty."
When Beauty awoke in the morn-
ing she found herself at home in her
father's cottage. H--er father was
so happy to see Beauty that he
/ almost died of joy. He sent word
i \ UI Iof her return to the sisters, who came
hurrying over with their husbands
Now Beauty, that very day, had
seen in her looking-glass that her
father had fallen sick of grief, so
she said: 9
"II would- willingly promise never
to leave you, but I shall die if I
cannot go and see my dear father.
He is ill and poor. My sisters have s
found that chest of gold you gave
my father, have divided it for dow-
ries and are married, my brothers
are awvay in the army, and he is .,
alone. Oh, please, good Beast, do
not refuse me!" .
"II would rather die myself, dear t.
Beauty,". replied the Beast, "than to ..-1.
make you unhappy. You may go to
your father, and- your poor Beast shall
die of grief."






to pay her a visit. The husband
of the eldest sister wras extremely
handsome; but he was so vain of
his good looks that he thought of
nothing else from morning till night.
The second sister had married a
very clever man, but the only use
he made of his cleverness .wvas to
torment his friends and his wife.
The two sisters were more jealous
'than ever when they saw Beauty
dressed like a princess and looking so
very beautiful. They made a plan
to end her happiness.
"Let us," said the elder, "try to
keep her here after her week's leave
is over. The Beast will surely be
so angry that he will eat her up in
a moment."
So when the week was ended,
the two sisters began to tear their
hair, and shed so many tears at the
thought of Beauty's leaving them
that she consented to stay a few
days longer. But she could not help
feeling sorry for the poor Beast,
who was being made so unhappy.
The tenth night that Beauty was
inl her father's home she dreamed l
she was strolling .in the garden of
the palace.~ On the grass lay the
Beast, almost dead. Beauty awoke
and burst into tear~s.
("H-ow wicked I am," she said,
"to be so ungrateful -to my kind'
Beast!"


She laid her ring on the table
and soon fell as-leep again. In the
morning she found herself in the
Beast's palace. All day she wished
for the supper hour, that the Beast
might come. She had never passed
so long a day. At length the clock
struck seven, but no Beast came.
Beauty ran from room to room of
the palace, calling him, but no one
answered. At last she remembered
her dream, and ran toward the grass
plot on which she had dreamed she
saw him. There lay the poor Beast
on the grass.
Beauty threw herself on the shaggy
body, and finding that his heart was
still beating, she ran quickly for
water and threw it on his face.
The Beast quickly opened his eyes
and ;said:
"You forgot your promise to .me,
dear Bea~uty. And my grief was
so great that I tried to starve myself
to death. Now, Beauty, I shall die
happy, for I have seen you once
more."
"~No, dear Beast," cried Beauty,
"you shall not die. You must live
to be my husband. I thought I felt
only gratitude, but now I know I
love you."
As soon as Beauty had said these
words, the palace and the garden
suddenly blazed with light. Music
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turned to look at her dear Beast,
but suddenly no Beast was to be
seen in the -garden. Instead, the
very handsomest prince that was
ever seen knelt at Beauty's feet and
thanked her for having~ broken his
enchantment.
"IBut where is my dear Beast?"
asked Beauty.
"'You see him, Beauty, at your
feet," answered the Prince. IA wicked
fairy had given me the form of a
beast, and declared that I must keep


it until a beautiful girl should love
me and consent to marry me."
Beauty went with the Prince to
the palace, where, to her delight,
she found her dear father arid all
her family. Together the .happy
company traveled to the young
Prince's dominions, and there the
Prince was received with great joy
by his subjects, who had mourned
him as lost. ?The Prince married
Beauty, and together they reigned
happily for a. long, long time.





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Once upon a time there was a
poor widow who had an only son,
natlned Jack. He was good-natured
and affectionate but very lazy. As
time went on, the widow grew poorer
.and poorer until she had nothing
left in the world but her cow. And
all the time, it seemed, Jack grew
lazier and lazier.
One day Jack's mother said to
him: "( To-morrow you must take
the cowv to market. And t~he more
money you get for her the better
for us, for we have nothing ~left to
live on."
Next morning Jack got up earlier
than usual, hung a horn around his
neck, and started out with the
cow. He was very happy at hav-
ing such an important errand. On
the way to market he met a queer
little old man,
"(Good-morning, my lad," said the
queer little old man. "'And 'where
may you be going with ~that fine
cow ?"
To market,'' replied Jack.
"And what may ye be going to
market for ?" asked the queer -little
old man,
To sell the cow," said Jack.


"As if you had wit enough to
sell cows!") chuckled the queer little
old man. "~A lout of a lad that
doesn't even know how many beans
make five!"
Two in each hand and one in
your mouth," answered Jack, with a
quickness that would have made his
mother proud of him.
Oho!" laughed the queer little
old man, "(Oho! Since you know
beans, suppose you look at these,"
and he held out his hand, full of
sunrise-colored, sunset-colored,
rainbow-colored beans. Illgive
you all these for your cow."
"( That would be a good bargain~,"
thought Jack; so he exchanged the
cow for the beans, and hurried home
to his mother. He could scarcely
wait to turn his pocket inside out
and show her the -treasure he had
brought.
Look," he said gleefully, as he
poured the beans into her lap, "I got
all these pretty beans for that one
cowN."
"( You stupid boy," cried his mother
angrily. "' Now we shall have to
starve." And she flung the beans
out of .the open window.


JACK AND THE BEANSTALK(





the top of the beanstalk and stepped
off into the sky where all the grass
is blue. There was not a person
or a house or a tree in sight. Jack
walked on and on and- on until he
m~et a beautiful woman with a face
like a star. Shne was dressed in
shining clothes, and she carried a
wand on the top of which was a
little gold peacock.
Good-morning, Jack," was her
greeting.
How in the world does she know
my name ?" thought Jack to himself,
but he only said, taking off his cap:
" Good-morning, my lady."
Now the lady was a fairy and
she knew what Jack was ~thinking,
and answered him without his having
to ask anly questions.
I know who you, are," she said,
"'and where you come from, and:
how you got here. And I will
tell you where you are and what -
you are to do."
Then she told Jack he was in a
country that belonged to a wicked
Giant. This Giant had~ killed Jack's
father and stolen all his gold and
precious things. Jack had been only
a baby at that time and could not-
rememb~er, and his mother had been
too sad even to talk to him about it.
But that was why she was poor.
If you and your mother are e ler
to be happy again,"~ said the fairy,


There was no supper ,for Jack
that night, and the next morning he
woke early, feeling very hungry.
But wrhy was his room so dark ?
And what wvas that shadow across
his window ? Jack jumped out of
bed and went to the window to. find
out. It: seemed as if a tall tree
grew where no tree had been before.
Jack ran into the garden and
found that it wvas not a tree but a
beanstalk Anrd such a beanstalk!
It had spring up during the night
from. the beans his mother had thrown
out of the window, and had grown
so quickly its top was out of sight.
Jack began to climb, and he
climb~ed and he climbed and he
climbed. All the time he grew hun.
grier and hungrier and hungrier. It
was almost noon when he reached






the Giant's wife had popped Jack
into the great oven to hide.
The Giant walked in sniffing the
air. I smell boy," he thundered.
You are dreaming," laughed his
wife, but there is something better
than dreams' in this dish." So the
Giant stopped sniffing and sat down
to supper.
Through? a hole in the oven
Jack peeped out and watched the
giant eat. And how he did gobble!
It seemed to Jack that no one, not
even a giant, could possibly eat so
much. When all the dishes were
empty,- the Giant bade his wife:
" Bring me my hen."
She brought a much-ruffled hen
and put it on the table.


"(you must punish that Giant. It.wvill
not be i an easy thing to do, but
you will succeed if you are brave."
The fairy whispered in Jack's ear
for a minute, telling him what to
do. TIhen she left him and Jack
'walked on and on and on.
Toward evening he came to the
door of a castle. He blew his horn,
and. a woman as broad as she was
tall, opened the door. I am very
tired and hungry," said Jack politely.
Can you give me supper and a
night's lodging ?" .
You little know, my poor lad,
what you ask," sighed the square
woman. ~My husband is a giant,
and eats people. He would be sure
to find you and eat you for his
supper. No, no, it would never
do!i" And she shut the door.
But Jack was too tired to go
~another step, so he blew his horn
again, and when the Giant's wife
came to the door he legged her to
S- let him in. The Giant's wife began
to cry, but at last she led Jack
softly into the castle. She took
him past dungeons where men and
women were waiting to be killed.
Then they came to the' kitchen, and
soon Jack was enjoying a good meal
and quite forgetting to. be afraid.
Bult before he had finished there
came a thump, thumpm, thump of
heavyr feet, and in less than no time





Lay,"' shouted the Giant, and. the
hen laid a golden egg.
"1Another,") roared the Giant,
and the hen, though she had not
done cackling over the first, laid
another golden egg.
Again and again the Giant shouted
his orders in a voice of thunder,
and again and again the hen obeyed,
till there were twelve golden eggs
on the table. Then the Giant went
to sleep, and snored so loud that
thie house shook.
When the biggest snore of all
had shaken Jack out of the oven,
he seized the hen, and ran .off as
fast as he could. Orn and on and
on he ran, until he reached the top of
the beanstalk. He climbed quickly
down, and carried the wonderful


hen, still cackling, to his mother.
Day after day the hen laid its golden
eggs, and by selling them Jack and
his mother might have lived in
luxury all their lives.
But Jack kept thinking about that
wicked giant who had killed his
father, and of the fairy's command.
So one day he climbed the bean-
stalk again. When he reached the
top he stepped off, followed the
same path as before, and arrived at
the Giant's castle. This time he
had dressed himself to look like a
very different person, as he did not
want the Giant's wife to know him.
And sure enough, when the square
woman came to the door shne did
not recognize the lad she had hid-
den in the- oven.
Please," said Jack,- can you
give me food and a place to rest ?
I am hungry and tired."
You can't get in here," answered
the Giant's wife. Once before I
took in a tired and hungry young
runaway, and he stole my. husband's
precious hen that, lays golden eggs."
But Jack talked to the Giant's
wife so, pleasantly that she thought
it would be unkind to grudge him
a meal. So she let him come in.
After Jack had had a good supper
the Giant's wife hid him in a big
cupboard. And it was none too
soon, either, for in stalked the Giant,


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thump, thump, thump, sniffing the
air. "~I smell boy," he bellowed.
"~ Stuff and nonsense," said his
wife, as she placed his supper on
the table.
After supper the Giant roared-
Fetch me my money-bags."
His wife brought two heavy bags,
one full of silver and one full of
gold; and Jack, peeping out of the
cupboard, said to himself : Those
.were my father's money-bags." The
Giant emptied the money out of the
bags, counted it over and over again,
and ~then put it back. Very soon
he was fast asleep.
As soon as Jack heard the Giant's
loud snores he stole out of the


cupboard, snatched up the bags, and
ran off as fast as he could. On
and on he ran until he reached the
top of the beanstalk. Then he
dropped the money- bags into his
mother's garden and climbed quickly
down the beanstalk after them.
Jack and his mother were now
as rich as the King and Queen,
yet Jack felt that the Giant had not
been punished enough yet. But it
was some time before he dared climb
again to the land at the top of the
beanstalk.
At last, however, Jack made up
his mind to disguise himself like a
chimney sweep and see if he3 could
persuade the Giant's wife to let him in






"IPlay!" commanded the Giant,
and the. harp began to play all by
itself. -Such lovely tunes Jack had
never heard. It played and played
until it played the Gia~nt to sleep,
and his snores' drowned the sweet
music. Then Jack jumped out from
under the kettle, no blacker than
he was himself, and seized the harp.
But no sooner h~ad he slung it up
over his shoulder. than it cried out:.
" Master, Master!" `For it was a
fairy harp.
Jack was frightened and ran for
his life toward the top of the bean-
stalk. He could hear the Giant
running behind him, thump, thump,
thump, but the Giant was so heavy
he could not run very fast. Jack
reached the top of the beanstalk and
slid down it as quick as lightning,
calling out as he went: "( Mother.
Mother!i The axe, the axe!"
Jack's mother, holding out the
axe, met hiim as he touched the
ground. There was no time to
lose, for the Giant was already half
way down the beanstalk. It swayed
and bowed under his weig-ht. With
one slashing blow Jack cut thie
beanstalk in two. There was a crash,
and the Giant lay dead in the garden.
Then Jack told his mother .all the
story, while the harp played a dirge
for its old master. As for the wonm-
derful beanstalk, it never grew again.


once more. H-e climbed the bean-
stalk, followed the same path, and
came to the castle door. The square
woman did not know him, and he
begged her for a night's lodging,
''c No, no, no," she said, "you can't
come in here. The last little beg-
gars I took in were thieves. One
stole the hen that laid the golden
eggs, and the other stole the money-
bags. No, no, you can't come in."
But Jack begged and begged, and
at last the Giant's wife took pity on
him, gave him, his supper, and then
turned over an empty kettle and
hid him under it. Soon the Giant
thumped in, sniffing the air, and
roared out: I smell boy."
Boy ? "laughed his wife. You
are always smelling boy." And she
placed his supper on the table.
After supper the Giant shouted:
"( Fetch m~e my harp.'" And his
wife brought in a beautiful harp
with strings of pure gold.






























Once upon a time' there lived a
poor miller who had a very beautiful
daughter. He was so proud of her
beauty and cleverness he boasted the
livelong day about her. One day he
even dared tell the King his daughter
could spin gold out of straw. Now
the King loved gold far better than
anything else in his kingdom, and
when he heard the miller's boast, he
commanded the maiden to be brought
before him. .
- She was so beautiful he almost for-
got his purpose, but sooxx he led the
maiden to a large room about half full


of straw, gave her a spinning wheel
and said: "If all this straw is not i
spun into gold by morning, you shall
die." Then he went out, locked
the door with a huge' key, and left
her alone.
The poor girl sat down in a
corner of the room and began to
cry, for she knew no more than the
King himself about spinning straw
into gold. All of a suddefi the door
Opened just a crack and a comical
little man squeezed in.
"IGood day, miller's daughter," he
said. "(What are you crying about ?"


RU M P EL-ST ILT-SKIN ?






"Ah me!" she sobbed, "I must die
on the mzorrowv, for I know not how
to spin this straw into gold."
"~What will you give me if I do
it: for you?" asked the little man,
"T"his necklace I am wearing,"
replied the maiden.
The little man agreed and, sitting
down at the wheel, sent it round
right merrily, and presently the heap
of straw was gone and the gold all
spun.~ Then he twisted the neck-
lace twice about his waist, stuck his
little sword into this newI belt of his
and strutted away, leaving his cap
for her breakfast.
When the King came next morn-
ing, he was very much pleased but
far from satisfied. The more gold


he had, the more he wanted. So
he led the girl to a still larger room
two thirds full of straw, and ordered
her on peril of her life to spin it
all into gold before sunrise. Again
she began to cry and again the little
man slipped through the crack 'of
the door and said: "What will you
give me, miller's daughter, to spin
your straw to-night?"
"(This ring on rny finger," she
replied.
So the droll little ni~iin .. set the
wheel whirring again, twice as fast
as before, and by daylight all was
finished. Then he put on the ring
as a bracelet, capered for pride and
was gone, leaving his jacket for her
breakfast.
The King came at dawn and was
delighted to see the store of gold,
yet his greedy heart was~ not satisfied.
He took the miller's daughter into
a vast chamber packed to the ceiling
with straw except where the spinning
wheel stood, an~d said: "Let all this
straw be spun into gold to-night and
you shall be my queen."
As soon as she was alone, in
squeezed the queer little man again
and said: "A~Fnd what shall I have
this third time for my labor?"
"~I have nothing more," sighed she.
"Then you must promise to give
me your first child after you become
queen," said the little man.













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("But what mlay not happen before
thenn" thought the maiden, and as
she knewr no other w~ay out of her
trouble, she promised to do what he
asked.
That night he sang as he spun
and the wIheel wh~]irrect thrice .as fast
as before, so that when the suri shone
into the chamber, all the straw wal
gold. The comical little man had to
go out by the window, for the King
came earlier than ever, thinking not
only of the gold but of the beauty
of the miller's daughter, whom he
macle his queen,
AFt the birth of her first child
the Queen was overjoyed. She hac1


quite forgotten the queer little man,
when one dayl be slipped into her
chamber and said: "W~~here is the
child you promised me?"
Then she was in sore distress. Iin
vain shne offered him all the treasures
of the kingdom. But as the queer
little~ man tucked the royal baby
snugly under his arm, she gave such
a cry that his oclc little heart, like
a dry currant, softened and he said:
"I will give you three clays to guess
my name. If you can do, it, you may
keep' the child." And he dropped
the baby with a bump back into the
cradle.
The Queen lay awake the night
long, thinking of -all the names she
had ever heard. The next clay when
the little man came, she began with
the names of the three kings of the
East, Caspar, Melchior, Balthazar,
and asked him. the names of all th~e
kings a~nd princes that had lived
since. But to all of them he glee-
fully said:
"Ho, ho! No, no, my Royal Dame!
That's not my name; that's not
my name."
The next dlay she sent messengers
throughout the kingdom to collect
all the curious names of poor folk.
And wrhen the lIttle man skipped
in, she began with: I'Cow-ribs, Bandy-
legs, Spindle-shanks, Snub-nose, Red-
top, and so on for five hundred more.







spinner. So, when at sunset he came
skippin~g in and said: 11Tell me my
name if you can," she asked, putting
on7 a doleful look an~d clasping her
baby to her breast: "(Is it Hans?"
"(No."'
((Is it Fritz?"
"(No."'
"W~ell then, it's Rum rpel-stilt-skin."
"IThe fairies hav~e told you! The
fairies have toldl you!"~ shrieked the
little man in a rage, and he starnpec1
his right foot so deep down through
the tHoor that he could not pull it
out. Becom ing more angry still,
he laid h~old of h1is left foot with
both hands and jerked so: hard that
he split himself ;in tio, for he was
really ma~e of gingerbread, as all
Rumpel-stilt-skins are.


Bu~.t to all of them~ the little m~an
shouted:
"'Ho, ho! No, no, my\ Roy~al Damne!
That's not m y name; that's not
my' namle."
The th ird day thIe last of the
messengers came back w~eary and
worn from his longjone and
said: "F~oroi\e me, sorrow\ful QuLeen.
I could find no new~ namne b~ut one.
Yesterday as I wvas passing through
a strange w\oodl, I saw a tiny., red-
roofed but alnd in the dooryrard there
capered a funnyr little man who sang:
'To-day I bake; to-morrow I brew;
To-day for one; to-mnorrow for tivo.
For holy should she lea rn poor
Royal Dame,
That Rumpel-stilt-skrin is my name?' "
W2hen the Queen heard this, she
surprised the messengoer byr a peal
of laughter, for she knewv the singer
must have been her little gold-


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One evening a beautiful young
princess went into a wood near
her father's palace and sat down
under an oak tree beside a spring
of cool, clear water. She brought
with her a golden ball, which wras
her favorite plaything, and she
amused herself by tossing it up
and catching it again as it fell.
But one time she threw it so high
that when the ball came down she
could not catch it. It fell on a
slope and rolled along until at last it
slipped into the spring. The Princess
jumped up and looked into the spring
for the ball, but the water was very
deep-so deep and dark she could
not see the-bottom. Then she began
to weep and sobbed,
"Oh! Oh! if I could only get
my gold ball again, I would give
all my fine clothes and my pearls
and diamonds-~everything I have
in the worldd"
Just as she said this, a big
green frog stuck its head out of
the spring and asked: 1(Beautiful
Princess, why do you weep?"
(1Alas!" said the Princess, "Iwhat
good can it do to tell yrou, ylou
old waddler? You cannot help me.


My golden ball has fallen into. the
spring. "
I do not want your pearls and
diamonds and fine clothes," croaked
the frog, "bDut if you will love me
and let me live with you in the
palace and eat- from your little gcld~
plate and sleep on your little white
pillow, I will bring you your ball
again."
"What a silly frog!" thought the
Princess. "( He is as foolish as he is
ugly. He can never climb out of
the spring and up the steps of the
palace. But perhaps he can get
my ball again, so I had better
promise him whatever he wa~nts."
Then she said to the frog: "IIf you
will bring me my ball from the.
spring, I promise to do everything
you ask."
Without a splash the frog dived
~deep into the spring. The Princes's
was still staring at the place where
he sank, when he popped his green
head out of the water and, sure
enough, the ball was in his mouth.
He tossed it out on the ground
and the young Princess ran to pick
it up. She was so happy to have
it in her hand again that she never


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"Beautiful Princess, open your door,
TThat I may come in and go out no
rn Ore.
Have you forgotten the vows you
made
By the woodland spring, in the oak
tree's shade? "

The Princess jumped down from.
her chair and ran and opened the
door, and there at her feet sat the
-frog-! She had forgotten all about
him and was dreadfully frightened
when she saw his fat green body
and his wide mouth that was trying


gave one thought to the frog, but
.ran home as fast as she cou d.
The frog called after her in his
,hoarse voice: "Wait, wait, Princess.
Take me with you, do!" But the
Prmncess did not stop to say a word--
not even "thank you."
Next day, just asr the Princess sat
down to dinner, she heard a strange
noise, flop, flop, flop, slowly coming
up the marble staircase. Soon after
there camle a thump low down at
the door, and a hoarse voice~ said:






The K~ing said kindly but v.ery
firmly to his daughter: "IPrincesses
never break their word. You have
made a promise and now you must
keep it. Run and let him in."'
So the Princess opened the door,
and the frog came hop, hop, hopping
into the room and up to her chair.
Pick me up and put me on
the table at your side," said he to
the Princess, and the Princess dared
not refuse. W Vhen he had settled
himself on the table, the frog
said: "1Push your gold plate closer
t-o me, that I too may eat out of
it." The Princess shuclderecl but
she pushecl her plate closer, refusing
to eat any more from it herself.
When the frog had finished dinner,
he said: "I am tired and sleepy;
it is far from the well to the palace
and the steps are steep. Carry me
upstairs and put me on your little
white pillow."
Ancl the Princess, hating to touch
the .clammy creature, took him up
between her thumb- and finger and
carried him upstairs. There she
laid him on the pillow of her little
bed, but when she laid her own
head on the pillow, and the cold
frog tumbled against her cheek, -her
Patience left her and she Hung him
wi~th all her might against the wall.
When he fell down, there was no
frog at all, but a handsome young


to smile. Shutting the cloor in his
face, she came back to her seat.
"IWho was it, daughter?" asked the
King. "IWhat has frightened you? "
There is* an ugly frog at the
door," said~ shte, ((and he wants to
come in. Last night I clroppecl my
golden ball in the spring, ancl he
dived down and b;ciught it out for me.
I promised him that he might live
with me here and be my playmate, but
I felt sure that he could never, never
get out of the spring. And now he
is at the door and I am afraid!"
Just then there came another
thump, and the frog croaked:
"Beautiful Princess, open yrour door,
That I may come in and go out no
more.
Have you forgotten the volvs you
made
By the woodland spring, in the oa~k
tree's shade?"






when they looked out into the moon-
light there was a crystal carriage
drawn by eight white horses decked
with plumes of snowy feathers and
with silver harness. And on the
carriage was the Prmnce's coachman,
who had bewailed the loss of his
master so long and so bitterly that
'his heart had well-nigh burst. H~e
had had to put three strong iron
bands about it, lest it should break
\r from grief and pain, but a~s they
i all set out merrily for the Prince's
kingdom, crack, crack, crack went
ti~s.~Bthe iron bands, for the heart of the
.. 9...4 M coachman, swelling with joy, had
snapped them one after another.
prince stood beside her bed, looking
at her with the most grateful eyes
that ever were seen.
Who are you ? And where is
the frog ?" cried the Princess.
An angry witch changed me to a ..
frog," -said the Prince, "(and doomed
me- to remain a frog until some
princess should let me eat from her
plate and rest on her pillow. This
wrickied spell," he went on, "yo~u have
brok~en. And now will you marry
me aind go with me to my father's
kingdom? I will love you and be
good to you as long as I live."
The Princess, you may be sure,
said yes without stopping -long to
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Once upon a time there was a
little v~illagae girl who was as street as
sugar and as good as bread. Her
mother loved her very much, and
her grandmother was even fonder of
her. This kind grandmother had
made her a pretty red cloak with a
hood, in which the child looked so
bright and gay that everyone called
her Little Red Riding-Hood.
One day her mother made some
cakes, and -said to her: Go, my
child, and see how your grandmother
is. I hear she has -been ill. Take
her one of these cakes and this little
pot of butter." .
So Little Red Riding-Hood set
out at once to -see her grandmother,
who lived in another village.
As she i\alked through the woods
she met a big wolf. He would have
gobbled her up then and there, but
some woodcutters were near by and
he did .not dare. But he did ask
her where she w~as going. T'he little
girl did not know it was dangerous
to talk to a wolf, and so she said: "I
am going .to my grandmother with
this cake and little pot of butter,
(IDoes she liv~e far off?" asked the
wolf.


"(Oh, yes," answered Little Red
Riding-Hood. "(She lives beyond
the mill you see way down there, at
the first house in the village."
''lAll -right," said the wolf. (I 'll
go and visit her too. I will take
this way, and you take that way,
and we'll see who gets there first."'
And the wolf began to run as fast
as he could along the shortest path,
while Little Red Riding-Hood kept
to the high road. She amused her-
self as she went along gathering
nuts, chasing late butterflies, and
making nosegays of the lIttle autumn
flowers.
Soon the wolf arrived at the
grandmother's cottage, and knocked
at the door tap! tap!
"WVho is there?"
"IIt is your own Little Red
Riding-H-ood," said the wolf, making
his voice sound as much like Little
Red Riding-Hood's as he could. "
have brought you a cake and a little
pot of butter which mother has sent
you."
The good old woman, who was n't
well and so was in bed, called out:
" Pull the string, m-y dear, and the
latch will fly up."


LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD






Little Red Riding-Hood pulled
the string and the door opened.
WZhen the wolf saw her come in,
he hid under the bedclothes and said:
"1Put the cake and the little pot
of butter on the shelf, and comne to
bed with me."
And so Little Red Riding-Hood
climbed into bed. She was very
much surprised to see how strange
her grandmother looked in her
nightclothes and said:
"Grandmother, what great arms
you have!" she cried.
"The better to hug you, my
child!"
"1Grandmother, what great ears
you have!"
''The better to hear you, my
child!"
"LGrandmot her, what great ey:es
you have!"
"LThe better to see you, m
child!"
"1Grandmother, what great teeth
ylou havre!"
"The better to eat you!"
With these words the wicked wolf
fell upon poor Little Red Riding-
Hood. And there the story ends.
Nobody knows just what happened.
Some say that the wooclsmen came
in just in time to savre Little Red
Ricling-Hood, and when they cut
the wolf open, there was grand-
mother whole and sound.


The wolf pulled the string and
the door opened. He sprang upon
the poor old grandmother and swal-
lowed her all in one gulp, for it
was more than three days since he
had had a bite. He did not feel
very well after that, but he shut the
door, pult on the grandmother's cap,
and stretched himself out in the bed
to wait for Little Red Ricling-Hood.
By-and-by Red Ricling-Hoocl came
knocking at the cloor-tap! tap!
"WVho is there?"
A4t first Little Red Ricling-Hood
was frightened at the hoarse voice of
the wolf. But she made up her mind
her grandmother must have a cold.
"1It is your own Little Red
Ricling-Hood," she answered. I have
brought you a cake and a little pot
of butter which mother has sent you."
Then the wolf called out, soften-
ing his voice as well as he could:
"rPull the string, my dear, and the
latch will fly up."





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Drakestail was a tiny little fellow.
That is why he was given his name
of Drakestail. But he had brains
enough to fill a big, big head, and he
macle his brains work for him so hard
that before he was very old he had
saved a hunclrecl round silver dollars.
Now the King of the country never
saed anything, but spent his own
money and everybody else's that he
could lay his hands on. H~e heard
that Drakestall had money, and ro~de
in his owcn chariot to borrow it.
And you may be sure that Drakestail
bragged more than once that he had
lent money to the King.


But a year went by, and a year
and a day, and the King had not paid
back the money nor even a cent of
interest; so Drakestail began to feel
it was not a good investment. He
was a brave little cluck, as brave as
he was clever, and he finally made
up his mind to call on the King and
ask for the return of his round silver
dollars.
So one fine spring morning, in his
best suit ~of glossy green feathers,
Drakestail started for the King's
castle, chanting in his flat voice,
"~Quack, quack, quack! when shall I
get my money back?"


D RAKE ST AIL






baggage he popped into Drakestail's
broad yellow bill and was gone like
a letter into a post box.
Again Drakestail set off, fresh as a
spring breeze, still chanting his funny
song. "Quack, quack, quack! when
shall I get my money back?"
He had not gone far when he met
Lady Leaning Ladder with her feet
on the ground and her head leaning
against the wall.
"~Good morrow, Duckie Drakes-
tail," said Lady Leaning L~adder.
"(And whither bound, so plump and
round ?"
"I am going to the King to get
my money back."
"And inay I go with you to the
King?"
"One really can't have too many
friends," said Drakestail to himself.
To Lady Leaning Ladder he said:
"~You may go, but wooden feet tire
sooner than web feet. Make yourself
quite small, slip down my throat
and into my gizzard, and I will
carry you."
"WVise Drakestail!" creaked Lady
Leaning Ladder. And as nimble as
though she had joints she was into
his bill and down his throat to keep
company with Friend Fox.
With a Quack, quack, quack,"
Drakestail set off again, chanting
more cheerily than ever. A little
farther on he met his sweetheart,


He had not gone far when he met
Slyboots, the Fox, prowling about to
see what he could find.
"IGood morrow, Neighbor Drakes-
tail," said the Fox. "(And whither
away so bright and gay?"
"I am going to the King to get
my money back."
1(And may I go with you to the
Kingl"
"One can't have too many friends,"
said Drakestail to himself. To the
Fox he said: ((You may go, but four
legs tire sooner than two legs. Make
yourself quite small, slip down my
throat and into my gizzard, and I will
carry you."
"~Clever D~rakestail!" chuckled
S.1yboots, the Fox. And bag and






Rippling River, wandering quietly
along through shade and sunshine.
"WVelcome, welcome!" murmered
Rippling River.
"W~ill you play at waterfalling?
Will you paddle a leaf canoe?
Or is something calling, calling,
Calling down the road to you?"
"I am going to the King to get my
nioney back."
"(And may I go with you to the
King? "
"One really can't have too many
friends," said Drakestail to himself.
To Rippling River he said: "YUou
may go, but silver sandals tire sooner
than these brave red shoes of mine.
Slip down my throat and into my
gizzard and I will carry you."
"WVo nderful Drakestail!" crooned
Rippling River. And with all her
rushes and lilies she slipped glug,
glug, glug, into the yellow bill and
down the narrow way and took her
.place between Friend Fox and Lady
Leaning Ladder.
"~Quack! Quack!" Drakestail once
more was on the road. Just around
-the turn he met Buzzy Wasp's-nest,
drilling his wasps in squads and bat-
tal ions.
"(Greetings, Friend Drakestail!"
said Buzzy Wasp's-nest. Whither
and why, so spruce and so spry?"
I am going to the King to get
my) money back."


"(And may I go with you to the
King?"
"One can't have too many friends,"
said Drakestail to himself. To Buzzy
Wasp's-nest he said: "~You may, but
gauze wings tire sooner than these
firm legs of mine. Make yourself
quite small, slip down my throat and
into my gizzard, and I will carry
you."
"~Marvelous Drakestail!" hummed
Buzzy Wasp's-nest.
And to the rear, marching, he led
his rank and file to join the others.
Quarters were a little crowded now,
but they did n't mind squeezing.
And Drakestail set off again---
"quack, quack, quack!"
And now here is the capital and
here is Quality Street, and who is it






waddling up the sidewalk, quacking
all the wYay,- -who but Drakestail?
HJopping up the steps of the K~ing's
palace he goes, chanting: ~Quack,
quack, quack! when shall I get mny
money back?"
*RIap! Rap!"t That is the brass
knocker which D~rakestail handles
none too gently.
"Whois there?"' That is the
porter, his head thrust out of the
little side gate he calls the wicket.
"'T is I, Drakestail. I must speak
to the King."
"~Speak to the King! Speak to the
King! More easily said than done.
The King is now dining off pease-
pudding and plums, and will not be
disturbed."
"(Tell him that it is I, and I have
come he well knows why."
Bang goes the wicket, and away
goes the porter to speak to the King.


Now the King had just sat down to
dinner with' all his ministers, and
the royal chamberlain was tying a
napkin around~ the King's neck.
"IGood!" said the King, when the
porter told his story. "I know who
it is. Let him come in, and turn him
into the barnyard with the other fowl."
Down comes the porter and opens
the gate.
"H-ave the*grace to enter."
"(Good!" says Drakestail to him-
self. "II. shall now see how they eat
pease-pudding at court."
"'This way, this way," said the
porter. "This is the way they go
who wish to see the King. And
here you are, sir!"
"But this--this is the poultry
yard!" You may imagine that
Drakestail was in a rage.
"~They will, will they?" said he.
"But I'll never stop here; the King
shall see me, that he shall. Q~uack,
quack, quack, wrhen shall I get my
money back?"
Now chickens like chickens, and
turkeys lIke turkeys, and geese like
geese, but Drakestail was not turkey
nor chicken nor goose, and they
began to make fun of his tiny body
no0 bigger than a duck's tail.
"Wllho is this absurd little crea-
ture?" they asked. IlAnd wvhy is he
not happy here in the royal poultry
yard ? Let's peck him to death."






"T~hrowri this tail of a drake, into
the well, and make an end of him,"
he cried.
The servants rushed to carry out
his command, as kings' servants
always clo. In the well ~Drakestail
swam round and round and thought
it over. He wasn't afraid of drowvn-
ing, but he saw no way of getting
out of such a deep hole. But wait!
TThere w~as Lacly Leaning Ladder.
"Ladder, Ladder, come out of
my gizzard.
Can a duck climb a slippery wall
like a lizard?"
Leaning Laclcer hastened out and
placed her two arms on the eclge of
the well. Thenz Drakestail wackllecl
up-as best he~ could, and~ with a flurry
of feathers lanclec in the yard, and


And1 they rushed at him, cacklino-
and gobbling and hissing in a truly
awful fashion.
"~Good-by, Drakestail!" said l
Drakes~tail to~ himself. But juist then
Friend Fox p-opp-edt into his mind,
and he cried:
"~S1vboots, Slvboots. come out of
my~ g iz za rd ,
Or Drakesta~il w\ill die- in~ this
bal~~rcar blizzardc."
Then Sly-boots, the Fox, sprang
out, rushed at the astonishedl chick-
ens, geese, and tuirkeys and sent them
all scurrying under the royal barn.
Not one remained in sight. n
Drakestail, his worries over, began
to chant at the top of his \oice:
"QuLack, quack, quack! w~hen shall
I get my' mon~ey back?"
When the K;ing, w\ho was still at
table, heard this sa uIcy song andi
whlen the POulltry' keeper told himn
how his chickens, geese, and turkeys
had been driven under the barn, he
turned red in the face wlith wrath.






was out. Then she flooded the hall
of the palace to the height ~of more
;than four feet.
And Drakestail, free from his
worry, swam on her breast, chant-
ing at the top of his voice: "(Quack,
quack, quack! when shall I get my
money back?"
The. King was still at table aird
thought himself well rid of Drakes-
tail, but when he heard that song
and knew that even a fiery furnace
could not harm Drakestail, he sprang
up from the table brandishing the
carving knife.
"Brrng him here and I'll cut
h~is throat! Bring him here quick!"
cried hie.
And two footmen ran to fetch
Drakestail.
"At last," said Drakestail proudly,
as he hopped up the great stairs, "the
King has decided to receive me."~
But he almost died of fri ht when
he waddled into the room and saw the
King, purple with anger, standing
with knife in hand. And all the
ministers had their knives in their
hands. "IIt is the end," thought
Drakesta il. Just then he reme m -
bered that he had one friend left,
and he cried feebly:

"W~asp's-nest, WYasp's-nest, come out of
my~ gizzard.
Come quick, before myr throat is
scissored!i"


began to chant louder than ever:
~Quack, quack, quack! when shall I
get my money bac .
When the King, who was still at
table and laughing heartily at the
joke he had played on Drakestail,
heard him still singing about his
money, he turned white in the face
with rage.
1Heat a furnace," he cried, (and
throwci this tail of a drake 'into it.
Is he a wizard that he plays such
tricks ?'
The furnace was soon re'd hot and
the servants seized the duck to throw
him into it. But this time Drakestall
was not afraid. H--e counted on his
sweetheart, Rippling River.
"]Ri~ver, Riiver, come out of my
gizzard.
With you to help me, I'll play
the wizard."
Ripling Rivler came Hlowing forth,
and sizz-z-z, fizz-z-z the furnace fire





And then! B-z-z-z! B-z-z-z!
A~t them, boys! At, them!" Buzzy
WVasp's-nest rushed out with all his
wasps. The wasps buzzed about the
heads of the King and his ministers,
and stung them so fiercely that they
were quite beside themselves. Not
knowing where to hicle, they jumped
helter-skelter from the window and
broke their necks on the courtyard
pavement.
And there stood Drakestail, his
four loyal friends about him, in the
big dining hall!
And his song changed. "~Quack,
quack, quack!" he chanted. "~Now
I shall get my money back." He
hunted and he hunted and he hunted
in all the drawers and all the cup-
boards and all the closets, but not
one cent could he find. His hun-
dred round silver dollars had been
spent --all spent.
Ais he waddled from room to room
he came at last to the great hall
wrh ere the throne stood. He was
tired and hopped up on the throne
to think. Meanwhile the people had
found their King and his ministers
quite, quite dead in the courtyard,
and they came rushing into the
palace to see what had happened.
Through the palace they poured and
at length they came to the throne-
room7. And there on. the throne sat
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them shout:
"The K~ing is dead, long live the
King!i
Heaven has sent us down this
thing."
By the time the shouting had died
away, Drakestail- was over his sur-
prise and bowed majestically to the
people, just like a real king. There
were some who grumbled that they
did not want a Drakestail to rule
over them, but those who knew
Drakestail said he would make a far
better king than the spendthrift who
lay dead below. So they took the
crown off the fallen King's head and
set it on Drakestail's head, and it
fitted him like wax.
And so Drakestail became king.
The crowning over, he said, "ILet's
go to supper, Rippling River, LJady
Leaning Ladder, Buzzy Wasp's-nest,
Friend Fox, and all. I'm so hungry!"





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Once upon a time there was a
poor woodcutter, who had seven chil-
dren, all boys. The eldest was ten,
the' youngest only seven. This
youngest was a tiny chap-indeed,
he was the smallest person ever seen.
When he was bjorn h'e was no bigger
than his father's thumb, so every-
body called him Hop o' my Thumb.
Little Hop o' my Thumb almost
never said a word, so nobody guessed
how very much cleverer he was
than any of his six brothers. For
though he spoke only once in a while
and said but little, he heard everything
that went on.
The woodcutter and his wife- at
last became so poor they could no
longer give their children enough to
eat. One everiing, when the boys
where in bed, the husband said with
a deep sigh:
"YUou see, my dear wife, we can
find food for our. children no longer.
SI :cannot bear to see them die of
hunger before my eyes, so I am
going to take them into the forest
tomorrow morning and ~leave them
there. Wewill slip away from.
-them, and they can never find their
way back home."


Oh!" cried the poor wife, "you
surely cannot mean to leave your
own children to perish!"
But her husband kept telling her
to think how dreadful it would be
to se~e the boys die of hunger before
her very eyes, and at last the poor
woman gave consent, and went wieep-
ing to bed.
Now Hop o' my Thumb had been
awake all the time. When he heard
his father talking so earnestly he
slipped away from his brothers and
hid behind his father's chair, to
hear without being seen. When his
father and mother stopped talking,
he stole quietly back to bed and lay
awake all night, trying to decide
what he should do. In the morning
he rose early and ran down to the
stream. There he filled his pockets
with smooth white pebbles and then
hurried back home.
Soon they all set out for the forest,
and Hop o' my Thumb said never
a word about what he had hearcl.
They went deep into the woods, and
the woodcutter set to work chopping
down trees, while the children gath-
ered twigs -for fagots. When the
father and mother saw the boys were


HOP O' MYU THUMB






pebbles, step by step, and so brought
them to their father's house. They
were afraid to go in, but they peepjed
through the window. Now it hap-
pened that just as the woodman and
his wife reached home without their
children, a great lord, galloping by,'
tossed them a piece of gold. The
woodcutter sent his wife put to buy
meat; and because she was so used'
to a large family, she bought enough
for nine instead of two. When they
had eaten all they wanted, she cried:
"~Alas where are our children ?
How they would feast on what we
3 have left! Where are our children,
our poor children ?"
She said this so loud that the
children, listening at the door, heard
her, and cried out together, Here
we are, mother, here we are!"
TIhe mother ran to let them in and
kissed them all fondly: How glad
I am to see you, you little rogues!"
she cried. "~Are you not tired and
hungry ? Come in to dinner!"
The seven children sat down at
.the table and ate everything that was
left. The parents looked on with
delight,--a delight that lasted until
the gold was all spent. ?Then they
made up their` minds they would have
to lose their seven sons once more.
"(This' time," said the father, "we will
take them much deeper into the for-
est, so they cannot find their way out."


all busy, they slipped away quietly
and went home by a -bypath.
Soon the children found that they
were alone, and began to cry at the
top of their voices. Hop o' my
Thumb let them cry for a while,
but he smiled to himself. He knew v
how to lead them safely home! For
had he not, as they came into the
woods, dropped the white pebbles
he had in his pocket all along the
path? At last he said:
Do n't be afraid, boys. Father
and''mother have left us here by our-
selves, but I can lead you back
home again."
The brothers kept close to Hop
o' my Thumb, who followed the -






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The father and mother took care,
this time, to lead the children into
the very thickest and darkest part
of the forest. They left them there,
and went home by a bypath as
before. Hop o' my Thumb did not
worry; he was sure he could find
his way back by means of the crumbs
he had scattered along the path.
But to his surprise, not a morsel
was left! The birds had come and
eaten those crumbs all up!
The poor children were now in a
terrible plight. The harder they tried
to find their way out, the deeper
they went into the forest. Night
came on, and the wind began to
howl. They thought it was the howl-
ing of wolves, and every moment
they expected a wild beast to jump
,out and seize them.
Hop o' my Thumb climbed to the
top of a tree and looked all about.


Theyr talked in whispers, but ag
Hop o' my Thumb heard all t
said. Of course he thought he co
do just what he did before; but w
he slipped out of bed to get his w
pebbles, he found that the door
double locked. Hop o' my Thu
did not know what to do.
when his mother gave him a p;
of bread for breakfast, he maide
his mind that this should take
place of the pebbles, and he pu
into his pocket.


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Far, far off, beyond the forest, he
sawv a little light, like candle.
When he cam~e dow~n he could not
see it, but the ch ildlre n all started
to walk in the direction in wh1ich he
had seen the light. At last they
reached the end of the forest, a~d
the light shone out again. They
hurried toward it, and t6nally reached
a house from which the little light
came. They knocked softly at the
door and a big, pleasant-facec lwoman
opened it, and asked them what they
wanted.


We are poor children," said Hop
o' my1\ Thumbt~. W\e h~ave lost our
w\ay in the wroodls. Please, please,
let us com~e in and lie clo wn un17t il
morning g."
The woman, looking at their plead-
ing childish faces, began to cry, ancl
sobbed : "( Oh, o u poor children
W~hat a place for you to comne to!
This is the house of an Ogre who
eats little boys and girls."
Deary me!" exclaim~ed Hop o'
my! Thulmb, "w\\hat shall \ve do?
If are go back to the woods, the






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wolves will surely eat us. We would
rather stay here and be eaten by the
Ogre. Maybe when he sees us he
will be kind to us, if you coax him
hard."
The Ogre's wife built no hope
on her coaxing, but thought~ perhaps
she could hide the boys from her
husband till morning; so she let them
in. She told them to warm them-
selves by the fire, before which there
was a whole sheep roasting for the
ogre's supper. While they were
standing by the fire there came a
loud knocking at the door. It was
the Ogre! His wife hid the children
under the bed and told them to lie
still. Then she let her husband in,
"( Is supper ready ?" demanded the
Ogre.
Yes, all ready," replied his wife;
and she put the sheep on the table
before him. Pretty soon he began
to sniff, and said.: I smell fresh
meat."
It must be the calf which has
just been killed," answered his wife.
:"I smell the flesh of a child,"
roared the, Ogre. There is some-
thing here that is hidden .from the
master of t'he house."
With .these words, he' jumped up
.from the table and went straight to
~the bed.
Aha, wicked woman, so these
are your tricks, are they ?" he jeered,


reaching under the bed and feeling
the children. If you were n't so
tough, old wife, I would eat you,
too But after all, this i;s lucky
enough, for the brats~ will make a
nice dish for the 'three Ogres, my
special friends, who are to dine with
me tomorrow."
His big, rough hands drew out
the children one by one from under
the bed. They fell on their knees,
begging him to spare them. But
this Ogre was the cruelest of all the
Ogres, and he was already devouring
them with his eyes. Yes," he said
to his wife, they will be delicious
morsels if you serve them up with
a savory sauce."
Then he fetched a large knife
and began to sharpen it on a. whet-
stone, while the children shook' with
fear. Roughly snatching up one of






the seven, he wvas just about to cut
the boy to pieces, when his wife said
to him:
Why take the trouble to kill
them tonight ? Won't tomorrow be
time enough?"
Hold your tongue!" thundered
the Ogre. They will be tenderer
for the keeping."
But you have so much meat in the
house already," answered his wife--
"a calf, two sheep, and half a pig." -
"L That's so," said the Ogre. "I Give
them a good supper to fatten them
up a- bit, and send them to bed."
So the kind woman set a good
supper before them, but the poor
children were too badly frightened
to eat. As for the Ogre, he sat


down to his wine, chuckling over the
thought of the treat in store for him-
self and- his monster friends. And
before long he stumbled off to bed.
Now this Ogre had seven daugh-.
ters, all very young. They had fair
complexions, because they ate raw
meat, like their father; but they had
small, round, gray eyes, hooked noses,
wide mouths, and very long, sharp
teeth set far apart. They were too
young to have done a great deal of
mischief, but they gave signs of
being as cruel as the old Ogre him-
self, for they already delighted in
biting little children. These young
ogresses had gone to sleep early, all
in one large bed. Each one had
a little gold crown on her head.
In their room was another ~bed, just
the same size, and in this the Ogre's
wife put the seven little boys, tying
nightcaps under their chins. Of
course, Hop o' my Thumb's bright
eyes noticed that the young Ogresses
all had gold crowns on their heads.
`As he lay wide awake beside his
sleeping brothers, Hop o' my .Thumb
began to be afraid the Ogre would
feel sorry he had not killed them
all that night. So about midnight
he slid out of bed, took off the_ seven;
riightcaps, and crept over to the bed
where the Ogre's daughters w~ere
sound asleep. He lifted off their
gold crownt~s and tied the nightcaps






on their heads instead; and then he
put the crowns on himself and his
brothers, and climbed back into bed.
He will feel the crowns," thought
Hop o' my Thumb, "(and think we
are his daughters."
Everything went just as he hoped.
Soon after midnight the Olgre waked,
sorry he had put off till the next day
making ready for his feast. So he
sprang out of bed and again whetted
his knife till it was sharp enough
to -cut open his own hard heart.
Now we 'll see," he growled,
" what these young rogues are about,
and do the job at once!"
SHe stalked up to the room in
which his daughters slept, and stole to
the bed that held the boys. They
were all fast asleep except Hop o'
my Thumb. The Ogre passed his
hand over the~ boys' heads one by one
and felt. the gold crowns.
"(That would have been a pretty
mistake!" he said. He went next
to his daughters' bed and, feeling
the nightcaps, grunted: "Here you
are, you young rascals!" Then he
killed all his daughters, one by one,
without waking them at all, and
went back to bed well satisfied with
himself.
As soon as Hop o' my Thumb
heard the Ogre snoring, he woke his
brothers and -told them to put on
their clothes and follow him. They


stole down to the garden and jumped
from the wall into the road. They
ran with all their might, almost all
night without in the least knowing
where they were going.
When the Ogre woke in the morn-
ing, he said to his wife: "Up, woman!
Go and dress those tender lads I saw
last night."
The Ogress was surprised at her
husband's kindness, for she did not
dream what he meant by a'ressing
the boys. She went upstairs, and
almost fainted when she saw her
seven daughters all lying deadi. The
Ogre followed his wife to hurry her
about the dinner, and was as amazed
-as she at what he saw.






"Oh, what have I done?" cried~ he.
"They shall pay for this, the tricky
runaways, before many minutes have
passed!" Then the~ Ogre turned to
his wife and cried: Bring me my
seven-league boots. I'll catch the
little scamps!"
The Ogre set out with all speed,
and strode about over the country
looking for th'e boys. At. last he
turned into the road along which the
poor children were hurrying toward.
their father's house. WVhen they
had almost reached it they saw the
Ogre stalking from mountain top to


mountain top, and crossing rivers at
one step. Hop o' my Thumb 'made
his brothers crawl into a hollow in
a rock, and then crept in himself.
But you may be sure he kept his
eye on the Ogre, ,to .see what he
would do next.
Now seven-league boots are .very
tiring, and the Ogre dropped down
to rest on the very rock in which
the children lay hidden. He fell
asleep, and soon began to -snore so
loudly that the little fellows were as
frightened as when the -Ogre bent
over them with the knife in his hand.
Bu~t brave Hop o' my Thumb
whispered to his brothers: "(Run
on home while he is asleep. I must
stay here and see what he does."
The brothers did not need to be
told twice, and were very soon at
their father's house. In the ~mean-
time, Hop o' my Thumb went
softly up to t~he Ogre, gently~ pulled
off the seven-league boots, and drew
them on his own legs. The boots
seemed very large on the Ogre, but
they were ~fairies, and could make
themselves small enough to fit any-
one. No sooner had .Hop o my
Thumb put on the boots than he
heard a 'friendly voice saying:
"Listen, Hop o' my. Thumb!
~The boots you took from the Ogre
are two- fairies, my brother and I.
We are pleased with y~our courage






and your cleverness, and are ready to
help you. Go to the Ogre's house, and
when the Ogress opens the door, say:
Ogress, Ogre cannot come;
Great ke~y give to Hop o' my
Thumb.' "
Hop o' my Thumb repeated the
two lines. over and over that he
might. not forget them. When he
was sure he had learned them by
heart, he took two or three of his
longest strides and reached the
Ogre's door. He knocked loudly and
the door was quickly opened by the
Ogre's wife. When she saw Hop
o' my Thumb she started back and
would have-shut the door; but Hop
o' my Thumb cried out at once:
"Ogress, O3gre cannot come;
Great key give to Hop o' my
'Thumb."
The Ogress, seeing her husband's
boots, thought the Ogre must have
sent~ Hop o' my Thumb on this
errand. So she brought the great
key and gave it to him, and even
told him where to find the chest of
money and jewels to which the key L
belonged. Hopj o' my Thumb took
a handful or two, enough to _keep
his father and mother and brothers
in plenty for the rest of their lives,
b~ut left the chest still almost full
for the Ogress, in return for her
ki~dneess to him and his brothers.
Of course, Hop o' ~my Thumb's
family was very glad to see him.


The fame of his boots spread to the
court, and the King sent for him,
it is said, and employed him in many
important affairs of the kingdom.
As for the wicked Ogre, he fell
in his sleep from the corner of the
rock from which Hop o' my Thumb
and the other boys had escaped, and
broke his wicked neck. When Hop
o' my Thtimb heard of his death, he
told the King of all that the good-
natured Ogress had done to save the
lives of the seven lost children.
The King was so 'pleased that he
invited the Ogress to his court and
bestowed on her the honorable title
of Duchess of Draggletail.









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Once upon ,a time- there was a
little girl whose dear mother died,
and whose father married for his
second wife the proudest and unkind-
est woman that ever was seen.
.She had two daughters who were
exactly like her in every way. The
little' girl, on the other hand, was
all sweetness and goodness, for she
took after her mother, who had been
~the best woman in the world.
No sooner was the wedding over
than the new wife began to show
her bad temper. She could not bear
the gentleness of the little girl
because it made the sharp voices
and selfish ways of her own daugh-
ters seem more hateful, and she
put her to .doing the hardest work
in the house. She made her wash
the dishes and scrub the stairs and
clean up the rooms till the house
was neat ~enough for the Queen of
the Cats, but still the child, at the
end of her day's toil, had only a
scolding for supper.
At night the 'poor little girl slept
alone on a straw sack in the attic,
while her sisters slept in fine rooms
on so ft beds of the very -latest
fashion, and had looking glasses so


tall that they could see themselves
from top to toe. But she bore it
all cheerfully, never complaining to
her father,. :who had troubles enough
of his own.
When her wovirk was done she
used to cuddle down in the chimney
corner in the ashes and cinders to
keep warm. For this reason she
was called Ash-girl; but the younger
sister, who was not quite so rude as
the elder, called her Cinderella.
Now in spite of Cinderella's ragged
clothes, .she was a hundred times
prettier than her sisters in their ele-
gant dresses.
It happened one day that the
King's son gave a ball .and invited
to it all the grand folk. Of course
Cinderella's sisters were invi-ted,
because with their airs and graces
they were very fine ladies indeed.
They were wild~ with delight.
They busied themselves choosing
what gowns they should wear and
deciding what manner of headdress
would become them most. But it
meant only more work for Cinderella,
because it was she who had to iron
her sisters' linen and plait their
ruffles and flounces. All day long,


CINDERELLA OR THE LITTLE' GLASS SLIPPER






"YVou are only making fun of me,"
said poor Cinderella. "A~sh-grls don't
go to balls at the palace, as you
\.ery well know."
"(Right you are!" they exclaimed.
" HowV people woukid laugh to see a
sooty ash-girl a~t the ball! "
Any one but Cinderella would
have put their hair up all crooked, but
Cinderella, who was as good as she
was pretty, only .tried to make her
sisters look as well as she possibly
could. They had gone almost two
clays without eating, so excited were
they about going to the ball, but in
spite of that, threy broke about a
dozen corset strings trying -to make
themselves look slender, and they
spent hours and hours before their
tall mirrors.
At last the happy evening arrived.
The two sisters set out for the ball,
and Cinderella watched them as far
as her eyes could see. When their
.carriage had rolled out .of sight, she
burst into tears. Suddenly her god-
mother, a little old lady! leaning on
an ivory~ staff, stood before her and
asked wIhat the trouble w~as.
"I wlant--I wan1tl csobbedl poor
Cinderella, but the tears came so
fast she could say n~othing m~ore.
Her godmother, who w~as a fairy,
knew quite well w5hat she wanted.
"YIouI wish you1 might go to the
ball. Is it not so? "


the sisters talked of nothing but of
how they were going to dress.
"I"said the elder, "~shall wear
my red velvet robe, with my wonder-
ful lace -trimming."
('I," saicl the younger, "shall wear
my: ordinary dropskirt, but I shall
drape over it -my gold-brocadecl train;
and I shall put on my emeralds.
I shall not look plain, I canl tell
yiou that!"
Ait last they' called in. Cinderella
to ask her advice, for they knew she
had the best of taste. She offered
to dress their hair for them-, and they
were glad enough to have her do it.
WThile she w~as dressing -their hair
they said to her:
"Cin~derella, don't you wish you
might go to the ball? "





So Cinderella brought the rat
trap. In it there were three big
rats. The fairy chose the plumpest
one with the longest whiskers, and
changed him into a jolly fat coach-
man with the finest sweeping mus-
taches you ever saw.
Then the godmother said:
*CGo into the garden and bring
me the six lizards you will find
behind the watering pot."
Cinderella had no sooner brought
the lizards than her godmother
changed them into six footmen.
They jumped up behind ~the coach
and sat there as stiff and straight
in their golcl-braicled uniforms as if


"Yes," said, Cinderella, with a
deep sigh.
Well, then," said her- godmother,
"~be a good girl anid I will see that
you go to the ball. Run out into
the garden and bring .me a pump-
kin." -
Cinderella did not see what on
earth a pumpkin could .have to do
with her going to the ball, but she
ran quickly, chose the -biggest .and
finest .pumpkin on the vines, and
carried it to her godmother.
Her godmother scooped it ~out so
that nothing but the rincl was left.
She touched it lightly with her ivory
staff, and the pumpkin was changed
into a splendid gilded coach.
Then she~ went and looked into
the mouse trap, where she found
six live mice. She told Cinder-ella
to lift. the cloor of the trap just a
little,, and as each mouse ran out
she tapped it lightly with her staff,
and at once it became a spirited
steel. Altogether, they soon had a
fine turnout of six prancing mouse-
gray horses in bright, jingling har-
ness.
But what to clo for a coachman?
I will go and see if there are
not some rats in the .rat trap,"~ cried
Cinderella. -' We might make a
coachman out of one of them!"
(Good!" said her godmother.
"Run and. see."






they had done nothing else all their
lives. Then the fairy said:
"Now you have all you need to
take you to the ball. Are you not
happy "
Yes," faltered Cinderella, "but
how can I go in these ragged
clothes?"
The godmother just touched her
with her staff, which was really a
fairy wand, and in a moment the rags
were changed to a dress of gold
and silver tissue embroidered with
precious stones. And on Cinderella's
feet was a pair of glass slippers,
the most dainty and graceful little
slippers in this world.
*Cinderella climbed into her gilded
coach, the chubby coachman cracked
his whip, but before the fiery horses
had sprung forward, her godmother
said to her:


Remember, my child, you must
not stay one minute after midnight.
For if you do, your coach will
change back to a pumpkin, your
horses will be mice, your coach-
man a rat, your footmen lizards,
and your beautiful gown the same
old clothes you wore before."
Cinderella promised that she
would surely leave the ball before
midnight, and away she -drove,
almost beside herself with joy.
The King's son, when he heard
that a beautiful Princess whom no
one ~knew, had come, ran down the
steps to ~meet her. He~ gave her
his hand as she alighted from the
carriage, and led her' into the ball-
room.
At once everyone became silent.
The dancing stopped; the musicians
left off playing. No one could do
anything but look at this radiant
Princess whom no one knew. On
all sides was heard the whisper:
"Oh, how beautiful she is!"
Even the old King could do
nothing but gaze at her, and 'he
whispered very low to the Queen:
"lVy. dear, not since you were a
young girl have I seen any one .so
charming! "
All the ladies of the court were
busy staring at Cinderella's robe,
hoping they might be able to copy
it the very next day. But where




























could they find such glorious stuff,
and where could they find sewing
women clever enough to follow so
rare a pattern? .
The young Prince led Cinderella
to the seat of honor, and begged
-for the next dance. She danced
so gracefully that everyone admired
her more than ever. When supper
was served, the young Prince ate
nothing, because he could not take
his eyes off Cinderella, who seated
herself near her sisters a-nd- shared
with them the fruit and sweetmeats
which the Prince gave her. They
were very much surprised at such
kindness from this great and gracious


lady. As she was still talking with
them the clock struck three quarters
after eleven, and Cinderella at once
excused herself, courtesied to the
Prince, and hurried away.
As soon as she reached home
she ran to find her godmother and
thanked her again and again.
"~And, oh, godmother," she coaxed,
"may I not go once more tomorrow
night? Because the King's son
begged me to come."
But before her godmother could
make reply her sisters knocked at
the door. The fairy godmother dis-
appeared, and Cinderella ran to let
them in.





"IOh, how long you have been!"
cried Cinderella, rubbing her eyes
and yawning as if she had ~just
waked.
If Cinderella was sleepy' now,
you may be sure she had been far
from sleepy all the evening'!
"rIf y.ou had been at the ball,"
said one of her sisters, "you would
not; have been yawning! There
-was the, most beautiful and the
most gra_ious Princess there that has
ever been seen! She showed us a
thousand attentions. Sh~e shared
with us the fruit' and sweetmeats
which the King's son bestowed
upon her."


Cinderella could scarcely conceal
her mirth as she asked the namte
of the Princess.
"~We clon't knowi," said her sisters.
"(The King's son himself would
give anything in the viorld to find
'Out who she is."
Cinderella sighed and said:
"(She surely must have~ been
lovely! COh, how lucky you were
to see her! How I wish I would
see her, too! Oh, my Lacly Ja\otte,
please lend~ me that yellow: frock
you" wear every clay, so that I
may, go to the ball and look on the
Princesss"
"I see myself cloing it!" sneered
Lady Javotte. "Would n't I be silly
to lend my nice frock. to a clirty
little ash--girl!"
Cinderella clid not mind, for she
would not have known what to
do with the yellow dress if Lacly
IJavotte had really lent it to her.
The next night the sisters went
to the ball. Cinderella went, too,
but she was clad even nibre charm-n
ingly than on the night before.
The Prince stayed close besicle her,
and never stopped whispering love
words into her ear. Cinderella wras
so happy she quite forgot what her
godmother had told her. Whlen the
first stroke of m idln ig ht so u1ndedl,
she wcas sure it could not be later
than eleven-. But when she found






it was really twelve, she sprang up
and ran out of the ballroom like a
startled deer.
The Prince hurried after her,
but he could not overtake those fAv-
ing feet. Asshe ra n, C ind erellan
dropped one of her glass slippers,
and this the prince picked up most
carefully.
C i nde rell1a reached homlle all out
of breath, without coach, w\ith-out
footmen, in the same sooty, ragged
clothes she wiore everyr day. Ajll
she had left of her fSnery was one
little glass slipper.
The Prince asked the guards at
the palace door if they. had not


seen the Prin~cess run out. No,
the guards said, they had seen only
a young girl, p"oorl y dressed, and
mnore lIke a peasant than a~princess.
WI~he n the tw~o sisters returned
froml- the ball C inderella asked if
the beautiful l ad v had been there.
Yes,"l theyl said. "BRut as the
clock struck tw\elve she ran away
so fast that sh~e dlropp-ed one of
her little glass slippers. The King's
so n fou nd it, and all the rest of
the evening he did nothing but
look at it. It is plain to be seen
he is much in love w~ith its owner,
and wil n Iever rest u nt il he has
fo unld the Pri ncess to whorn it
belo ngs."
W\hat they said w~as true. A~
fewr days later the Prince's mnessen-
ger rode through the streets and
blew a great blast on his long
silver trum pet. Then he cried in7






a loud voice that the King's son
would marry the maiden viho could
wear the glass slipper.
The slipper was tried first on the
princesses, then on the duchesses
and court ladies, but it fitted no
one. Finally it was carried to
Cinderella's home, and tried on the
two sisters. Each~ clic her best to
squeeze her foot into it, but it was
far too small.
Cinderella, who had been watch-
ing them, and wiho knew her slip-
per, said with a smile:
"What if I were to try?"
Her sisters began to jeer at her,
but the King"s herald turned and
looked at her closely. He saw even
through the soot that she was beau-
tiful, and cleclarecl it was only right
that she, too, should try on the slip-
per. She sat clown, he. knelt and
held the little slipper to her foot,
and it fitted her like wax.
The sisters gasped with amaze-
ment, but they were even more sur-


prised w~hen Cinderella took the
other slipper from her pocket and
slipped it on her other foot. No
sooner had she clone this than her
godmother appeared. She touched
Cinderella with her wand, and there
stood the Princess who had gone to
the ball, but even more richly dressed
than before. When the two sisters
saw that it was really Cinderella
who stood before them, they fel-l on
their knees and begged her to for-
give them. She lifted them up,
kissed them, forgave them, ~and
begged them to love her always.
She w~as led to the Prince, who
thought her lovelier than ever, and
married hier as soon as the priest
could find the wedding service in
the prayer book. And then because
Cinderella was as good as she was
pretty, she took her sista's with her
to the palace, and there, after their'
tempers and manners had improl ed,
she married them to two fine gentle-
men of the court.





























There wlas onceqa King who had
twrelve daughters, each more beauti-
ful than the one next younaer-, so
that the eldest wras most batfl
of all. They slept in one chamber
where their beds stood side by side,
an~d every night whre n they were
well tucked in, the KItng locked
and bolted the door. But wrhen he
unlocked the door in the m~orning he
sawv thatt their satin shoes had been
danced to shreds, anel no one could
find out howv that had com7e about,
not ev.en the royal schoolmaster, who
wcas the wrisest man in~ the world.
Then the King bade the heralds
proclaimn that he wvho could discover


where and with whom the princesses
danced at night, should choose one
of them for his bride, but that who-
soever dared to make the ventizre
and failed to succeed within three
nights should lose his liberty.
It w\as not long before a Prince
came riding to the court and offered
to mnake the trial. He was received
and feasted with all honor, and in
the evening was led into a room
n~ext to the great chamber where
the princesses all slept. AI bed was
made ready for him beside a little
wi ndo w in the wval b etw~een1 the
rooms, but he wvas warned not to
sleep. He was to watch and see


THE DA-~NC I NG SHOES






after this and undertook to solve
the puzzle, but all fell asleep too
soon and had to vanish.
Now it chanced that a poor Sol-
dier who had been wounded .and
could serve his king and country no
longer, found hiinself on the road
that led to the city where the King
lived. There he met an old dame-
who asked him whither- he was
bound. "Ihardly know myself,''
said he, and added in jest: "I had
thought of trying ,my luck at find-
ing out where the princesses dance
their satin shoes to' shreds."
"~Try, brave Soldier," said the old
dame, who was a fairy in disguise,
"(but mind you do not drink the
wine that will be brought to yolu at
night, even -though it be offered by~
the hand of the eldest and most
beautiful princess." W~ith that she
gave him a short .green cloak
embroidered with fern seed, and
said: "~When you wear this, you will
be invisible, but you must be careful
to tread as silently as a shadow."
So the Soldier took heart, went to
the King, and announced himself as
a suitor. H--e was honored for his
wounds and feasted as well as th~e
princes.
That ev~ening at bedtime he was
led into the antechambher where the
eldest princess graciously offered
him a goblet of wine through the


where they went and danced, just
as their nurse used to watch them
through the window that, though
small, was large enough to let her
go in to them when they were ill
or naughty.
But the eyelids of the Prince grew
heavy with sleep, for he had traveled
far and feasted well. Soon he sank
into a deep slumber, and when he
awoke in tihe morning, beside each
empty bed stood a pair of white
satin shoes with the soles danced into
holes.. On the second and third
nights it happened just as before,
and the poor Pr~ince was given over
to the court wizard, who had only
to wave his ivory wand over a man
and at once that man vanished like
a puff of smoke. Other princes came





THE PRINCESS OFFERED THE PRINCE A GOBLET OF- WINE






youngest said: "~I know not how it is.
You are all gay, but I feel frightened;
some danger is whispering to my
heart."'
"Little goose, thou art ever fright-
ened," said the eldest. "(I, for one,
never felt so glad before. Hast thou
forgotten how many kings' sons have
already tried in vain? What harm canl
come to us from this poor Soldier,
so tired that he hardly needed the
wine with its juice of sleepy poppy?"
When they were all dressed for
the ball, each of the twelve prin-
cesses slipped her head through the
little window for a look at the Sol-
dier. He seemed fast asleep, so they
felt quite secure. The eldest went
to her bed and tapped it; it instantly
sank through the floor, and one prin-
cess after the other sprang through
the opening, the eldest going first.
The Soldier, who had watched
everything from under his eyelashes,
did not tarry longer, but threw on
the fern-seed cloak, slipped through
t-he window, and w\enlt down last.
The twelve princesses were, descend-
ing by a marble' stair into the heart
of the earth. Halfway down the
Soldier trod on the long silk train of
the youngest; she was terrified and
cried out: "W~Vhat is that ? Some
one is pulling at my dress.")
(IDon't be so foolish!" called back
the eldest. "~Did no train ever catch


window. H--e took the goblet with all
courtesy from her hand, but he had
tied a sponge under his chin, and
so let the wine run down into it
without drinking a drop. Then he
fell upon his bed beside the little
window and after a few minutes
began to snore like a trumpet. The
twelve princesses in the next room
laughed to hear him, but the eldest
said: "~It is a pity that so brave a
Soldier must vanish."
Meanwhile they were all opening
cupboards, wardrobes, and presses,
bringing out their daintiest dresses,
curling their hair before the mirrors,
skipping about, and rejoicing at the
prospect of the dance. Only the






on a stair before?" Then they went
farther and farther down into strange
spaces lit only by jewels, till at last
they stood in a wonderful avenue
of trees, all whose leaves were of
silver that shone. and glittered like
moonlight.
The Soldier thought: "II must
carry some token away with me,"
and -broke o~ff a twig from one of
those silver branches. As he did so
the tree cracked with al o~d report,
so. that he thought for a momentt he
was back in the wars.
The youngest princess cried out
again: "All is not well. Did you
hear that sound of warning?"
But the eldest said:- "Tush! my
heart was never so light. Those are
triumphal salutes because we shall
soon have set our princes free from
enchantmentt"


Next they came to an avenue
where the leaves were all of gold,
and then to a third where they were
all of dazzling dianionds. The Soldier
broke off a twig from a gold branch
and another from a diamond branch,
and each time there was such a loud
crack that the youngest princess cried
out in terror, but the eldest laughed
at her and still said that these reports
were royal salutes.
They went on and on and. on
until they came to a great lake, like
one huge melted sapphire. Here
were moored twelve little boats, and in
each sat a joyous prince. They were
waiting- for the twelve princesses,
and each took one of them into
his boat. Last of all the Soldier,
still invisible in his fern-seed cloak,
seated himself by the youngest.
Soon her prince -said: "I can't tell
why the boat is so heavy to-night;
I must row with all my strength if
we are to get across."

























"(It is all strange to-night," said
the youngest princess. "It may be
my heart that weighs so heavy in
the boat."
On the further side of the lake
stood a splendid, brilliantly lighted
castle, whence sounded the merry
music of elfin horns and- bugles.
The princes moored their. boats, l~ed
their ladies into the castle, and there
each prince danced with the prin-
cess he loved; but the Soldier, all
unseen, danced with the eldest prin-
cess. When thle youngest, whom he
liked to tease,~ had a cup of wine
in her hand, he drank it up, so that
the cup was empty when she put it
to her lIps. She w~as alarmed at
the loss of her wine, but the eldlest


princess danced more madly than
ever before.
The ball went on until the cocks
began to crow far above their hdads
on earth. All the white -satin shoes
were in holes by that time and the
dance-music ceased. The princes .
rowed their ladies back again across
the lake, and this time the Soldier
seated himself close by the eldest
princess. On the shore the royal run-
aways bade farewell to their princes,
promising to return the following
night and ~give them another recess
from their enchantment. At sight of
the marble stair the Soldier rail on
ahead, treading softly as a shadow.
-When the twelve princesses were
back in their room, he was already






snoring so loud that they laughed
and said. "~No clanger for us from
this sleepyhead of a soldier." They
took off their ball-dresses, laid them
away, and set the worn-out shoes
besicle the beds, then lay clown, and
were soon lost in happy dreams.
Next morning the Soldier resolved
to hold his peace, that he might
go with them to their wonderful
world again. Everything came to
pass just as it had the night before.
The twelve princesses clanced until
their shoes were wor-n to. shreds. The
second time .he carried an emerald
fern away with him as a token and
the third time a ruby rose.
So on the fourth morning, when
the' hour -had come for his answer,
he took the three twigs, the fern,
and the rose, and stood in the throne
room before the King, while the
twelve princesses crowded behind
the cloor and listened for what he
was going to say. When the King
put the question: "Where do my
twelve daughters lance their shoes
to shreds every night?" he answered:
(1In an underground castle with
twelve enchanted princes." Then he
related what he had seen anid where
he had gone, and brought out the
tokens. .
The King had the heralds call
in a loud voice for his daughters,
who came out quickly from behind


th~e door. T-heir father asked them
whether the Soldier had told the
truth, and like kings' daughters they
held up their heads and confessed
all. Thereupon the King asked the
Soldier which princess he would have
as his bridle. The youngest shrank
away in terror, but he said: "ISire,
the most beautiful--the eldest."
So the marriage was celebrated.0n
that very day, and the bewitched
princes of the underground castle
were set free from their enchant-
ment and danced at the wedding-
all except the prince who had been
used to chance with the eldest prin-
cess. He chose to stay clown in the
heart of the earth and reign as king
in the splenclic castle by the sapphire
lake.











Once there was a beautiful Prin-
cess, the daughter of an old, widowed
queen. This Princess was betrothed
to a Prince who lived far away, and
as the time for the marriage drew
near she macle reacly to set forth on
her journey to his country. Now
the old queen loved her daughter
very, very clearly and packed for her
many rare and costly things--jewels
and laces and fine clresses--every-
thing that became a royal bride. And
she gave her a waiting-maicl to ricle
with her, and each had a horse for
the journey. The Princess's horse
was white ancl the maicl's was sorrel.
The white horse was called Falada,
and it could speak.
When the time came for the Prin-
cess to go, the mother cut off a
lock of her own~white hair and gave
it to her daughter, saying: "~Take
care of this, dear child; it is a charm
that mayl help you."
The mother and daughter took
sorrowful leave of each other, and
the Princess set off on her journey.
As the Princess and her maid were
riding along by a clear, thinking
brook, the Princess felt very thirsty
and said gentlyr: "1Please get down


and fetch me some water in my
golden cup."
"Nay," said the maid, "(if you are
thirsty, get clown and lie by the water
and drink like a clog. I shall not
be your waiting-maicl any longer."
The Princess was so thirsty she
dismounted and knelt over the little
brook and drank from her hands,
for the maid had her golden cup
and she scared not ask for it,.. Hefr
tears fell into the water as she sighed:
"(Alas! what will become -of me ?"
Then the lock of her mother's
hair that she wore in her bosom
answered her and said:
"Alas! Could thy mother know thy
state,
Sadly would she bewail thy fate!"
With not a word of rebuke to the
maid for her unkinciness, the Prin-
cess mounted Falacla again. They
rode on and the day rew so w~arm
that once more the Princess began
to feel very thirstyl. In her thoughts
of her mother and of the Prince she
had forgotten her mail's rude speech,
and w~hen they came to a sparkling
stream, she said again: I1Please get
do wn and fetch mie somne water in
my' golden cup.".


THE GOOSE GIRL

























But the maid answered her even
more insolently than before: ("Drink
-up the whole river if you will, but
I shall not .fetch you water. I am
:no longer your waiting-maid."
The Princess was so thirsty she
dismountedd and lay down with her
face ulpon the water and drank from
the ru nni ng stream. Again her tears
f'ell into the ripples and she cried
.softlyr: "(What will become of me?"
"Alas! Could thy mother know thy
state,
Sadly would she bewiail thy fate!"
So answered the lock of hair in
her bosomz, but as she leaned so low
to drink, the lock fell into the stream
and Rloated away. 'I'he Princess did
not see it, but her wicked maid saw
-it and wras glad, for she knew the


hair had a magic spell, and saw that
the poor bride would be in her
power now that the charm was lost.
So when the Pr~incess would have
sprung upon Falada again, the maid
said sharply: I shall ride upon
Falada, and you may have my
horse instead. And I shall wear your
royal raiment, and you may have
these common garments of mine."
The gentle Princess was afraid
and gave her beautiful clothes to the
cruel waiting-maid, while she herself
put on the maid's plain dress. Then
she climbed upon the sorrel horse
and sadly watched the girl mount
her white Falada.
As they drew near the city where
the Prince lived, the false-hearted
servant drew a sharp knife from her






so young and homesick it troubled
him, and a great king mtust not be
troubled; so he went to the cloor of
the splendid chamber and called to
the bride: "W~~ho is the girl that
came w~ith you and is waiting in
the court below~?"
1"I brought her with me for sake
of company oni the road," called back
the maicl. "Please your mnajesty,
givle her some work to do, that she
may not be idle. She is good only
for coar-se an~d common wvork."
For somne time the K~ing could no0t
think of any wcork for one who
looked so childish and so delicate,
but at last h-e said: "Ihavle a lad
who takes care of my~ geese; she mnay
help him." Now the name of the
lad wvas Conrad.


girdle and said: "II w~ill kill you if
you clo not promise never, never to
tell anyr one wvhat has happe ned."
Aind the poor little Princess, feeling
in her bosom for the lock~ of her
mother's hair and finding it gone,
prom ised. But Falacla saw. it all and
marked twel Atlast they came
to the royal court and great was the
joy at their corning. The Prince
ranl to meet them and lifted the
maid from Falada, thinking she w\as
the one wrho w~as to be his wife, for
he had never seen7 the Princess. The
wicked servant was led to a splen-
did chamber, but the true princess
stood unheeded in the court belowv.
Soon the old king happened to
look out of a window and saw the girl
in her commron clothes. She looked


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Soon afterward the false bride
said to the Prince: "(Dear my lord,
will youl co me a favorr"
"IThat I will," replied the Prince.
"1Tell one of your servants," she
said, "Ito cut off the head of the
white horse I rode upon, for it was
very unrruly and plaguled m~e sadly on
the road." This she asked because
she cleared Faladla o uld tell how~
she hall treated the Princess. The
Prince clic as she wished, and the
faithfull Falacla wras killed.
Nowr w~hen the true Princess heard
of it she wept, and beco-ec the ser-
vrant to fasten up~ the head against
the great gate of the city. througSh
which she had to pass e\ery miorn-
ing and evening. "~Then," she said,
"1I can7 still see Falada."
It was harl to refuse so gentle a
leader an thing, so the servant nailed
the horse's head above the clark gate.
Early the next morning, as the true
princess and Conrad wVent through
the gate, she said so~rrowfully:
"iFalada, Falada, that thou shiouldst
hang theree"
Aind the head answered:
"'Princess, that thou such wrlong
sh~ouldst bear!
Alas! Could thy mother knowv thy
State,
Sadly would she bew~ail thy late!"
Then they went on driving the
geese before them. Wrhen they~ came


to the meadows, the Prmncess seated
herself on a ban~k of violets and let
down her w~a\ng locks. Her hair
w\as all of purest gold, and wvhen
Conrad sawl it glitter in the sun7, he
i3an up and w\ouldl have pulled out
a handful, but she cried:
"O wvindl, blow Conrad's hat away!
1\lay he chase it far over hill and lea,
While I my! golden locks array,
Th~e only crowvn that's left to mne."
Atonce there cam~e a puff of
wind that snatchedt off Con~rad's hat.
Aw\\ay it flew\ and he after it, andi
by the tim~e he camie back~, the Prini-
cess had com11bed an17d curled her
hair and put it up again. Conrad
was angry~ and sulky and would not
speak to her, but she helped him
watch the geese until evening and
then~ drive themn hom~eward.
The nex~t morning, as they were
going through the clark gate, the






the old King and said: ((I will not
have that _girl to keep the geese
with me any longer."
"Why not?" asked the K~ing.
"Because she cloes nothing all day
long but tease me," pouted Conrad.
"Tell me all that has happened,"
clemandecl the King.
Conrad replied: "~Every morning
when we go through the clark gate
with our geese, she weeps, and -talks
with the white horse's head that
hangs upon the wall. She says:
'Falada, Falada, that thou shouldst
hang there!'
And the head answers:
'Princess, that thou such wrong
shouldst bear!
Alas! Could thy mother know thy
state,
Sadly would she bewail thy fate!' "
And Conrad went on telling what
had happened in the meadow where
the geese fed; how his hat was
blown away, and he was forced to
run after it and leave his flock, but
he said nothing about his attempts
to pull out some of the goose girl's
hair. Then the old king told him
to go out with; her one clay more
and to tie on his hat with a string.
When morning came the Kin-g
hid behind the clark gate and heard
the goose girl speak to Falacla and
heard Falada answer. Then he went
into the fielcl and hicl himself in a


poor girl looked up at Falacla's head
and cried:
"Falada, Falada, that thou shouldst
hang there!"
And it answered:
"Princess, that thou such wrong
shouldst bear!
Alas! Could thy mother know thy
state,
Sadly would she bewail thy fate!"
Again, when they reached the
meadow, she began to comb her hair,
ancl again Conrad ran and tried to take
hold of it. But she cried quickly:
"O wmnd, blow Conrad's hat away!
May he chase it far over hill and lea,
While I my golden locks array,
The only crown that's left to me."
And again the wind came and
blew his hat far away, so that he
had to run after it; and when he
came back the Princess had cldone
up her hair and all was safe.
When theyl reached home that
evening, Conrad went in a rage to






bush by the meadow's side. And
by and by here came Conrad and
the goose girl driving the flock.
After a little while the King saw
her let down her hair that glittered
in the sun. He saw Conrad snatch
at it and heard her say:
"O wmnd, blow Conrad's hat away!
May he chase it far over hill and lea,
While I my golden locks array, .
The only crown that's left to me."
Then there came a sudden breeze
that carried away Conrad's hat, string
and all, while the girl went on
combing and curling her hair. All
this the old King saw and went
home without having been seen him-
self. When the, goose girl came back
in the evening, he summoned her
to the throne room and asked her
why she did all these strange things.
"IAlas! Alas!" she cried, "II may
not tell you, nor any man, or I shall
lose my life." The kind old king
urged her and urged her, but she
Only shook. her Igolden head.
Finally he rose and went away,
calling back over his shoulder: ((If
t~hou~ wilt not tell thy sorrows to a
king, tell them to the stove."
~The poor girl took him at 'his
word, crept into the cold empty oven
of the huge stove, and began to
weep and relate all her sad story.
She was so unhappy it helped her
to talk even to the stove, though it


had a heart of iron. "(Alas!" she cried,
.." here am I deserted by the whole
world and forced to tend stupid
geese, and yet I am a king's daughter.
And to think that my false waiting-
maid should now be wearing my
bridal raiment and living in the
prince's palace, while I am one of
the meanest of his servants! If the
queen, my mother, did but know it,
her heart would break."
Now the old King was listening
by the stovepipe and heard all the
poor Princess said. At once he bade
her come out of the oven, and had
the ladies-in-waiting dress her in
royal garments. Everybody at the
court was astonished to 'see howv
beautiful she was. And you may
be sure that when the Prince caught
sight of her, he sent the wicked
serymng-maid away in her own old
clothes and married the true prin-
cess, whom he loved so well that.
they lived happy ever after.



































































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TOM~ THUMB AIND THE FAIRY TAlLORS











Once upon a time, in the days
of King Arthur, Merlin, the wizard,
was making a long journey. He
was an old man and grew weary,
so he stopped :it the cottage of an
honest plowman to ask for food.
The plowman's wife brought him
~milki and brown bread and set this
homely fare before him as politely
as if it had been cake and wine.
Merlin could not help seeing
that the plowman and his wife
looked sad, although their cottage
was neat and they did not seem to
be in want. He asked them the
cause of their grief, and found it
was that~ they had no children.
"'Ah, me!" said the woman sadly,
"~if I but had a son, although he
were no bigger ,than my husband's
thumb,. I should be the happiest
woman in the world."
Now M/er~lin was much amused
at the thought of a boy no bigger
than a man's thumb, and as soon
as he reached Fairyland he called
on the queen of the fairies, who
was a great friend of his.' "On my
journey," he said, "Ihad kind
treatment from a plowman's wife
who said she would be the happiest


woman in the world if she could
but have a son no bigger than her
husband's thumb. Can you not
grant her wish?"
"Indeed I can," laughed the fairy
queen, "and I will."
And so it happened that the
plowman's wife had a son who, to
the wonder of the country folk,
was no~ bigger than his father's
thumb.. But he was strong and'
healthy, so his size did not trouble
his mother.
One summer morning wnen tne
wee baby wvas only a few days old,
the queen of the fairies flew in at
the window of the room wLhere- he
lay. She touched hi's cheek lightly
with a butterfly kiss and gave him
the name of Tom Thumb. She
then ordered her fairy tailors to
make for Tom a wonderful suit,
his hat of an oak leaf, his shirt of
a spider's web, his ,jacket of thistle-
down, his trousers of apple-rind, and
his shoes of thle, skin of a mouse,
nicely tanned, with the hair inside.
Tom never was bigger than his
father's thumb, but as he grew
older he became keen of wit and
full of roguish tricks. Other boys


TOM TH~UM[B






"Please, pleasee" begged Tom,
"let me out! let mie out! I'll never
dowrong again "
The boy soon let him oult, and
sure enough, Tom ne\er tried to
steal cherry stones again.
One clay T~om's mother w\as beat-
ing up a batter pudding, and she
put little Tom in an eggshell to
keep him out of harm's way. While
she had her back turned, .Tom
knocked a hole in the eggshell,
crept out, and climbed to the edge
of the bowl to see if his mother
had stirred in any raisins. But his
foot slipped and he fell head over
heels into the batter.
His mother did not see him, and
stirred him with the raisins into the
puclcing, which she then put into the
pot to boil. Tom soon felt so warm
that he began to kick and struggle,
and his mother, seeing the pudding
jump round and round in the pot in
suIch a furious manner, thought it was
bew~itched. Just then a tramp came
by, and she snatched the pudding
out of the pot and gave it to him.
He put it into his hat and truclgecl
awray, thinking howv good that pud-
cling would taste for supper.
As soon as Tom could get the
batter out of his mouth he began
to shout, and this so frightened the
tramp that he flung bat and pucl-
cling awlay and ran off as last as he


did not like him very well because
he was so sly, but sometimes they let
him play at cherry stones with them.
When he lost his cherry stones he
used to creep into the other boys'
bags, stuff a stone into each pocket,
and come out again~ to play. One
crlay as his head popped out of the
mouth of a bag, its owner chanced
to see him. "Ah, ha!i my little
Tom Thumb," cried the boy, "(so
I have caught you at y~our tricks
at last!i Now you shall pay for
your thieving!"
Then the boy drew the string
tight around Tom's neck~ and shook
the bag so hard that the cherry stones
bruised Tom's limbs and body quite
as he deserved.






could. The pudding was broken
into a dozen pieces by the fall and
Tom, set free, went home to his
mother. She wiped the dough
from his face and his clothes, gave
him one of the raisins for his sup-
per, kissed him, an~d put him to bed.
Another time iTom Thumb's
mother took him with her when
she went to milk the cowv. It was
a very windy evening and she tied
the little .fellow with a needleful
of thread to a thistle, that he might
not be blown away. Tom had a
fine time, swinging and singing
and talking with the bees and butter-
flies. But by and by a big red1 cow
came along and, taking a fancy to
his oak-leaf hat, picked him and the
thistle up at one mouthful. When
the cow began to chew the thistle,
'Tom was dreadfully frightened at
her great teeth, and called out:
"~Mother! Mother!"
-"Where are you, mny dear boy? "
cried his mother in alarm.
"Here, mother, here in the red
cow's mouth."
The mother began to weep. and
wring her hands, and Tom began
to kick and bite and scratch so
fiercely that the cow, thinking she
had a bee in there tickling her
mouth, wras glad to let him drop
out. His mother caught him up in
her apron and ran home with hi~m.


One day, as Tom Thumb was
in the fields with his father, the
boy begged to be allowed to take
home the horse and cart. His
father laughed at the thought of
little Tom driving a horse, and
asked him howT he would hold the
reins. "~Oh," said Tom, "I will sit
in the horse's ear, and call out
which way he is to go." The
father thought that was a fine
notion, so he placed Tom in the
horse's ear and off they started.
"YUeo hup! Yeo hup!" cried Tom,
as he passed some country people on
the road. The country people did
not see Tom and thought the
horse was bewitched, so they ran
in am a1






off in a hurry. Tom's mother was
much surprised to see the horse
draw his cart up to the cottage
door with no one to guide him,
and ran out to learn what it
meant. But TPom called to her:
"IMother! Mother! Take me down;
I am in the horse's ear!" T~om's
mother was glad that her tiny son
could be so useful. She lifted him l
gently down and gave him half a
blackberry for his dinner.
After this, Tom's father made
him a whip of barley straw, that he
might sometimes drive the cow, and
you may be sure Tom was very
proud. As he was driving the cow
home one day, he fell into one of
her deep tracks and a raven picked
up the straw, and Tom with it,
and carried him to the top of a
giant's castle by the seaside. There


he dropped him as not soft enough
food for the baby ravens. Soon
afterward Grumbo, the giant, came
out to walk in his roof garden.
~He picked Tom Thumb up between
his. finger and thumb and looked
him over to see if he was an ant
or a beetle, and then opening his
great mouth, tried to swallow him
like a pill. But Tomn so danced
in the red throat of the giant that
he was soon cast out into the' se~a.
Before T~om. had a chance to
be frightened, a big fish swallowed
him down at a gulp. Not satisfied
with Tom, the greedy fish also
seized a fisherman's bait, and was
whisked, out upon the land. It
was such a fine fish that it was sent
as a present to King Arthur. When
it was opened and Tom Thumb was
found inside, everybody, especially
Tom himself, was delighted.
The King made Tom the court
dwarf, and he was soon a great
favorite, for his tricks and gambols
and lively. speeches amused the
Queen and the Knights of the
Round Table. When the K~ing
went hunting he often took Tom
with him. If it rained, Tom used
to creep into the King's pocket
and sleep until the rain was over.
One day King Arthur asked.
Tom about his parents. Tom told .
him they were poor country folk,





so the King led him into the royal
treasury and told him to help him-
self to all the money he could carry,
and take it home to his father and
.mother. Tom made a purse of a
rat's ear and put into it a tiny silver
coin not so large as a dime. With
great difficulty he got it on his back
and set out for his father's cottage
half a mile away. After traveling
two dlays~and two nights, he reached
homne almost tired to death.
His mother let him in, and you
may be sure both his parents were
plad to see him. (Oh, mother!"
he cried, "Ihave brought you
enough m-oney to make you rich.
The King g~a\e me all I could
carry to bring home to you."


Then Tom opened his purse and
out there rolled a. threepenny bit.
One day Tom was taken sick.
The queen of the fairies heard of
his illness, and came in a chariot
drawn by flying squirrels and took
Tom back to Fairyland with her.
There he soon grew strong and
well again. After a while the fairy
queen whistled for a wind that blew
Tom Thumb back to the .court.
Just as he was whirling like a straw
over the palace yard, the cook passed
along with a great bowl of porridge,
the King's favorite dish. Poor Tom
fell splash into the royal porridge,
wuhich spattered up into the cook's
eyes. The cook dropped the bowl,
and the K~ing's porridge was spilled.






sing. The doctor was more fright-
ened than the miller, and he sent
in a hurry for ten other doctors
and twenty wise men. They all
began to discuss the matter at
great length, each insisting that his
own explanation was the true one..
The miller was so bored by all
their wisdom that he could n't help
yawning, and while his mouth wa's
open Tom seized the chance, and
jumped out on the table. The
miller snatched him up in a fury
and threw him out of the window
into the millstream, where he was
Once more swallowed by a fish.
The fish was caught~ and sold
in the market to a courteous
knight, who sent it as a present to
the queen. She gave orders that
it be ~cooked for dinner. When
the fish was opened, Tom once
more popped out, and the cook ran
with him to the King, who was so
pleased to see Tom Thumb again
that he forgave him for upsetting
the porridge, ordered him a new
suit of clothes, and made him,
little as he was, a Knight of the
Round Tab'le. For a horse Tom
had a scampering mouse, and for
a `sword he wore at his side .:a:
tailor's needle.
One bright day asTom was
riding with the Kigand his
knights, a big black cat jumped


"(Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" cried Tom.
And ((Murder! Murder!"' cried
the cook.
Th~ecook was a cross, red-faced
old fellow, and swore to King Arthur
that Tom had done it on purpose,
So Tom was tried for high treason
and sentenced to be beheaded. Just
as this awful sentence was spoken,
Tomn saw a miller standing by, with
his mouth wide open. He took
a good spring and jumped down
the miller's throat, and nobody
thought of looking for him there.
The miller shut his mouth and
went home, but he was not long
at ease. Tom began to roll and
tumble about, so that the miller
thought himself.bewitched and sent
for a doctor. When the doctor
came, Tom began to dance and






down from a wall and caught both
Tom and his steed. As the cat
began to devour the. poor mouse,
Tom drew his sword and- boldly
charged the enemy. King Arthur
and Lancelot, the bravest. of ,the
knights, rushed to his aid and
rescued him just in time. The
little hero was sadly scratched and
his fine clothes were torn by the
cat's claws. He was carried to the
palace~ and laid on a bed of pigeon's
down in a beautiful crystal salt-
.cellar to rest and get well. Then
the queen of the fairies came and
bore him away to Fairyland again,
where she kept him years and years.
But Tom so -teased to return to
the court that one day the fairy
queen dressed him in bright green
and called a breeze to puff him
back to earth. His coming was a
great event. People flocked from
far and near to look' at the famous
Tom Thumb, and .he was carried
in state to the palace.
But King Arthur, too, had gone
away to Fairyland, and King Thun-
stone, the new King, did not know
this little knight in green. He asked
Tom who he was, where he camne
from, and where he lived, and Tom
answered very politely, telling his
whole story.- The King was
charmed with the wee man and
his clever speech. He ordered a


tiny chair to be made, so that Tom
might sit on the King's table, and
he had the royal architect build a
palace of gold nine inches high,
with a door an inch wide, for Tom
Thumb to live in. The King also
gave him a coach as big as an
apple, drawn by six glossy mice.
Tom Thumb lived at the court
of King Thunstone for many, many
years, and didl many wonderful
deeds. And when he died the
King and the whole court wore
mourning for three days. They
buried him under a rosebush with a
wvee white marble monument to mark
his grave. If you should happen to
come upon that rosebush, you would
find his monument under it still.








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THE CROSS FAIRY'S GIFT TO THE PRINCESS











uncler her breath. One of the wisest
Fairies, who was seated near her,
heard these threats, and felt sure shre
meant to clo some harm to the little
Princess.
When the company rose from thle
table, this wise fairy hicl behind the
cradle, that she might speak last
and perhaps unclo some of the harm
which she knew was brewing in the
bacl-temperecl fairy's mincl.
Now the fairies began to give
their gifts to the Princess. The
youngest- gave her beauty; the next,
wit; the third, grace; the fourth, vir-
tue; the fifth, a lovely voice; the
sixth, a smile to win all hearts.
Then it was the cross fairy's turn.
W~ith her ivory wand pointed like
a spear at the royal baby, she
cried out:
"~The King's daughter in her rose-
b~ud youth shall prick her hand with
a spindile, and fall d~own dlead!"
Every\body fell a-cryinag with fright
at this terrible gift, and as for the
poor Queen, she instantly fainted
away.But just then the wvise fairy
popped up fromn behind the cradle
and said: "Be comforted, O King!
Revive, O Q~ueen! My g,ift is still to


Once upon -a time there lived a
King and Queen who grieved because
they had no child. Finally a claugh-
ter was born to them, ~and the King
was so happy that he gave a great
christening feast. As godmothers
for his little daughter he asked all
the fairie-s but one in the kingdom.
Seven he asked, but the bacl-temperecl
fairy he left out. He hoped that
each, after the fairy custom, would
give the Princess a gift.
From the christening the company
returned to the palace, where a splen-
did feast had been prepared. Before
each fairy was placed a crinkled
emerald plate, like a clover leaf,
set with diamonds like dewdrops.
Just as they were taking their places
at t~he table, in came the cross
fairy w\ho had not been invited.
She rode into the hall on a snap-
dragon, for the slight had made
her crosser than ev~er. The KIing
had a plate of pure pearl like a lily
petal set before her, but she angrily
pushed it away and looked enviously
at the em-erald plates, which had
been macle to order for the seven
fairies. The cross fairy thought her-
self ill-treated, and muttered threats


BRIAR ROSE OR THE SLEEPING BEAUTY






with her mnaics. 1V hil e the maicls
were enjoying a gossip with the
gardeners, the Princess went roam-
ing about .the palace, exploring one
room after another. At last sh~e camne
to an old tower, and at the top of
the tower she found a l little roomt
in which an 0161 woman sat busily
spinning. This old woman had never
heard of the King's proclamation~.
Good day, granny!i" saicL.~ the
Princess. What are you cloing ?"
I am spinning, my pretty lass,"
said the 0161 woman, who cicl not
recognize her.
That is charming!" the Princess
cried. How clo you cl it ? Let
me see whether I can spin!"
-She caught at the whirling spindle.
But because she was too eager, or
because a fairy's decree mzust be
fulfilled, the spindle pricked her
hand and she dropped to the floor in
a faint.
The old woman, greatly alarnpect,
cried for help. People came running
from all sides. The gardeners threw
water in the face of the Princess.
The mnaids loosened her clothes, and
beat her hands, and bathed her
temples, but nothing could rouse her.
Then the King and Queen, who
had heard the alarm, came too. They
knew at once the fairy~'s evlil wish
had been ful611ed. They had the
Princess carried to a most beautiful


come. I cannot undo entirely what
this unkind fairy has clone. Your
daughter will prick her hand with
the spindle and fall to the floor,
but instead of dying she wrill sink
into a d-eep sleep which w\ill last a
hu1ndlred years. From that sleep,
wrhen her dream- is over, a kinng's son
shall w~aken her."
Y'et the King hoped to savle his
dear child from~ the threatened evil;
so he hadi his heralds proclaim that
no one in all the country should spin,
or ev~en have a spindle in the house,
on pain of death.
When the Princess was fifteen or
sixteen years old, the King and
Queen went one day to one of their
country houses, leaving the Princess






room, deep in the heart of the palace,
and laid on a bect decked with rose
and silver coverlets.
She might have been an angel
as she lay there, for her deep sleep
had not driven away her lovely color.
Her cheeks and lips were as pink
as briar roses, her forehead. fair as
a lily. Her eyes were closed but
she breathed softly, and it was easy
to see that happy dreams played
beneath her eyelids. The King
commanded that she be left to sleep
in peace until the hour of her
awakening had come.
Nowv the wise fairy whose quick
wit had saved the life of the Prin-
cess, was thousands of miles away,


but she knew what had happened
and came at once in her chariot of
golden fire, drawn by eagles. She
was afraid the Princess` would be
frightened and lones-ome if she
should awaken all alone in an empty,
crumbling castle. So .this is what
she did.
She touched with her wand every-
thing and everybody about the palace,
except the King and Queen. She
touched the governesses and the
ladies in waiting, the gentlemen, the
officers, the stewards, cooks, guards,
and pages; she touched those weep-
ing maids and shame-faced gardeners;
she touched the horses in the stables,
the great mastiff in the yard, and the
Princess's tiny poodle which lay
on the bed besicle her. And as she
touched them they all fell asleep,
not to waken until their mi strTess
should wake, so that they~ might all






























attend upon her. Even the fire slep~t,
andt the spit that stood be fo re it
full of half-roasted partridges and
pheasants. It all took but a mnoment,
for the fairies w~ork quick~ly.
Then the King andi Queen~, ha:-
ing kissed their daughter, left the
hushed palace. The K~ing issued a
new proclam-ation, iorbidlding any-
one to approach its gates, but such
lawis were not needed, for in half
an hour there had sprung up about
the palace a hedge of thornyr shrubs,
and year by year these grew into trees
so thick and high that neither beast
nor m-an could force a way through.


The castle itself w~as hidden. Only
the top of the tower could be seen
from~ a distance.
On the v'ery day' that the hundred
years ended, the so n of the kiner
then reigning was a-hu nt ing, and
spied the tower beyondl the thorny
wroodl. He asked wrhat it w~as, and
many strange stories w~ere related,
but finally an old peasant told himi
the true tale of the sleeping prin-
cess and of the king's son wvho wvas
to wvaken her. The Prince felt v.ery/
sure, from the wvay his heart beg-an
beating, that /wr w~as the king's son
w ho was to have that wo nderful






adventure, an~d he set out at once
for the wood. A~nd wrhen~ he reached
it the gr-eat tr-ees and the thorns
opened of their ow~n accord to let
hIm~ pass, but closed behind him, so
that even his comnpanion~s could not
pass through.
He camne at last to the courtyard
of the palace, ov~er which hung an
utter slen~ce. Nothing living was
to be seen but men and animals
in profound~ slumbher. The Prince
crossed the. court and mounted the
stairs. In the guard r.oom, fast asleep,
the guards stood drawn up in line.
Indeed, in every room that he entered
he fou ndc men anel o men, some
standing, some sitting, often with smil-
ing lips but alw~ays with closet eyes,
On he w\ent alnd on to the very
heart of the palace, where, in a
beautiful roomn of gold, he saw the
loveliest sight in the wvorkld-a sleep-
ing princess, a statue in rose and
silver, so fair she seemed an angel.
He fell on his knees beside her, and
looked at her in awe.
Just at that moicment the enchant-
m7ent came to an7 encl. The Princess
opened her eyes an~d saw her dream
before her. She smiiled on the
kneeling vouth and said:
Is it you, my Prince ? I have
waited long.",
They talked for hours, and still'
had n~ot said half that was in their


hearts to say. Meanwhile, every-
thing in the palace wakecl with the
Princess, and everyone took up his
task just where he hadc left it. At
nightfall a lacly in waiting courtesied
to the Prince'ss and announced that
supper was served. And after sup-
per the K~ing's son led his bridle,
in her gorgeous robes of a hundred
years ago, to the royal chapel, where
they were married by the very priest
who had married the father and
mother of t~he Princess.
The next morning the bridegroom
and bridle left the palace and passed
through the dark, gloomy wood into
the bright sunshine of the world
beyond. And' when the Princess
turned to look at the castle where
she had slept so many years, behold,
castle and wood had vanished, and
they stood on- an open plain.
So the -Princess rocle with her
Prince to his father's court, and
there they lived ever after a life as
happy as her dream.




























TIOADS AND
Once upon a time there was a
widowv who had two -daughters. The
elder was just like her mother in face
and in disposition, and both were so
disobliging and so rude that there was
no living with them. The younger
took after her father, who had been
the kindest, sweetest-tempered of men,
and she was, besides, one of the most
beautiful girls that the sun ever looked
upon.
As people naturally love those
in whom they see themselves, this
mother was foolishly fond of her
elder daughter and almost hated the


DI AMON DS
younger. She made her eat in the:
kitchen and work from daylight
till dark.
Among other tasks the child had
to go twice a day to a spring over
a mile and a half from the house and.
bring home a heavy clay pitcher full
of water.
One morning as she stood resting
a minute by the fountain, an old.
woman hobbled up to her. "(Please,
my bonny lass," she begged, "give:
me a drink."
"(Oh, yes, with all my heart, Goody,"
said the kind little girl. Then she






The girl told her all that had
happened, and at every word a ruby,
an emerald, a sapphire, or a beauti-
ful flower fell from her lips.
"(As I live," cried the mother, ("I
must send my other daughter to the
fountain. See, my precious, what
comes out of your sister's mouth
when she speaks. Would you not-
like, my pet, to have the 'same
wonderful gift given to you ? You
need only go to` the fountain, and
when a poor old woman asks you for
a drink, give it to her very politely."
"Do I' look like a servant ?"
cried the rude girl. Is it fit for


rinsed out her pitcher, caught the
clear, cool water just as it came
bubbling from the -rock, and held up
the pitcher that the old woman might
drink more easily.
Refreshed by the sweet water, the
beggar leaned on her staff and said
to the child: You are so kind to
an old woman, my dear, and so good
and so mannerly, that I have a gift
for you." For this was a fairy, who
had taken the form of a shabby old
cripple to see~ whether this pretty
girl was as sweet as she looked.
"~This shall be the gift," went on the
fairy: "At every word yo~u speak
there shall come out of your mouth
a flower or a jewel."
When the girl reached home, her
mother scolded her for staying so
long at the fountain. 'Please for-
give me, dear mother," pleaded the
child. And as she spoke there fell
from her lips two blush roses, two
lovely pearls,. and one big, sparkling
diamond.
What is this.? What is this ?"
cried the mother, treading on the
roses in her eagerness to pick up
the gems. "Am I bewitched or
did I really see these pearls and
this diamond fall from your mouth ?
What does ~it mean, my child ?"
TThis was the first time she had ever
spoken to her younger daughter so
tend~2erly.






"Will you give me a drink, my
dear ?" asked the lady.
And why should I draw water
for you?" was the saucy ans~er-.
" Here is the pitcher, you may stoop
down and dip up water for yourself."
L''Are these your best manners?"
asked the fairy as gently as before.
" This, then, must be your gift, since
youi are so rude and so unkind: At
every word y'ou speak there shall .drop
-out of your mouth a snake or a toad."
As soon: as the mother saw her
favorite coming, she held out her
hands to- catch the jewels, crying:
"( Speak, daughter Speak!i"
"( Speak what ?" answered the girl
pettishly. And with the words there
dropped from her mouth a toad aind
a viper.
"I Mercy on us !" gasped the
mother. W(Vhat horrors have we
here ? You wretch," she screamed,
turning to the younger sister, "you
are the cause of this, and you shall
pay for it, you shall, you shall1'
She rushed in fury at the child,
who slipped through the door, fled
away, and hid in the forest.
That evening the King's son,
riding through the woods, heard
sobbing and found her crying iti
a hawthorn thicket. "t My pretty
maid," he said, leaning from his
saddle, "why are you here alone
when night is coming on ?'


me to carry a heavy pitcher to the
spring for water ?"
Indeedc and you shall go, you
minx," snapped her mother, "and
go this instant."
Angrily the girl snatched up the
best silver pitcher, her mother's
wedding pitcher that never went to
the well, and set forth grumbling
and muttering.
As she stood by the fountain she
saw coming o~ut of the woods a lady
in a dress that seeined woven out
of rainbows. This was the same
fairy who, had been so generous to
the younger sister, but of course Miss
Cross-Patch, waiting impatiently for
a poor old woman, did not know that.




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