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Transcriber's note: Larger versions of the color plates may
be viewed by clicking on the images.</div>
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<h2>MY BOOK OF</h2>
<h1>FAVOURITE FAIRY TALES</h1>
<h3>ILLUSTRATED BY JENNIE HARBOUR.</h3>
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style="width:100%;">
<SPAN href="images/157.jpg"
name="fig157s" id="fig157s"><ANTIMG width-obs="488"
src="images/157s.jpg" alt="THE GOOSE GIRL" /></SPAN>
<p><i>Painted by Jennie Harbour</i></p>THE GOOSE GIRL</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page2" id="page2"></SPAN></span>
<h2>MY BOOK OF</h2>
<h1>FAVOURITE FAIRY TALES</h1>
<h3>RETOLD BY THE EDITOR</h3>
<h3>& OTHERS</h3>
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style="width:25%;">
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<h3>ILLUSTRATED BY JENNIE HARBOUR</h3>
<h4>EDITED BY CAPT. EDRIC VREDENBURG</h4>
<h5>RAPHAEL TUCK &. SONS. LTP</h5>
<h5><i>Publishers in Their Majesties the King &
Queen</i></h5>
<h5>LONDON & PARIS</h5>
<h5>DESIGNED & PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN</h5>
<h5>PHILADELPHIA<br/>
DAVID MCKAY COMPANY<br/>
WASHINGTON SQUARE</h5><br/>
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<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page3" id="page3"></SPAN></span>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="500" src="images/002.png" alt="From 'THE GOOSE GIRL'" /><br/>
From "THE GOOSE GIRL"</div>
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<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page4" id="page4"></SPAN></span>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<SPAN name="fig004" id="fig004"><ANTIMG width-obs="600"
src="images/004.png" alt="From 'THE SLEEPING BEAUTY'" /></SPAN><br/>
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From "THE SLEEPING BEAUTY"</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page5" id="page5"></SPAN></span>
<h2>CONTENTS</h2>
<div class="figright"
style="width:30%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="300" src="images/005.png" alt="From 'THE WHITE FAWN'" /><br/>
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From "THE WHITE FAWN"</div>
<div>
<p>The Old, Old Stories
<SPAN href="#page7">7</SPAN></p>
<p>The Goose Girl <SPAN href="#page9">9</SPAN></p>
<p>Little Snow-White
<SPAN href="#page17">17</SPAN></p>
<p>Cinderella <SPAN href="#page25">25</SPAN></p>
<p>Princess Goldenhair
<SPAN href="#page34">34</SPAN></p>
<p>Little Red Riding Hood
<SPAN href="#page42">42</SPAN></p>
<p>The White Fawn <SPAN href="#page48">48</SPAN></p>
<p>Hansel and Grethel
<SPAN href="#page60">60</SPAN></p>
<p>Snow-White and Rose-Red
<SPAN href="#page69">69</SPAN></p>
<p>The Sleeping Beauty
<SPAN href="#page79">79</SPAN></p>
<p>Prince Chéri <SPAN href="#page85">85</SPAN></p>
<p>The White Cat <SPAN href="#page93">93</SPAN></p>
<p>Bluebeard <SPAN href="#page103">103</SPAN></p>
<p>Beauty and the Beast
<SPAN href="#page109">109</SPAN></p>
<p>Tufty Riquet <SPAN href="#page117">117</SPAN></p>
<p>Thumbling <SPAN href="#page125">125</SPAN></p>
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<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page6" id="page6"></SPAN></span>
<div class="figleft"
style="width:30%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="300" src="images/006.png" alt="From PRINCESS GOLDENHAIR" /><br/>
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From "PRINCESS GOLDENHAIR"</div>
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<h2>LIST OF COLOUR PLATES</h2>
<div class="illustrations">
<p>The Goose
Girl <SPAN href="#fig157s"><i>Frontispiece</i></SPAN></p>
<p>The Magic
Mirror <SPAN href="#fig158s">18</SPAN></p>
<p>Cinderella <SPAN href="#fig159s">28</SPAN></p>
<p>Little Red Riding
Hood <SPAN href="#fig160s">42</SPAN></p>
<p>The White Fawn <SPAN href="#fig161s">54</SPAN></p>
<p>Hansel and
Grethel <SPAN href="#fig162s">64</SPAN></p>
<p>Snow-White and
Rose-Red <SPAN href="#fig163s">76</SPAN></p>
<p>The Sleeping
Beauty <SPAN href="#fig164s">84</SPAN></p>
<p>Zélie and the Fairy
Candide <SPAN href="#fig165s">88</SPAN></p>
<p>Bluebeard <SPAN href="#fig166s">106</SPAN></p>
<p>Beauty and the
Beast <SPAN href="#fig167s">114</SPAN></p>
<p>The Beautiful
Princess <SPAN href="#fig168s">124</SPAN></p>
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<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page7" id="page7"></SPAN></span>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="600" src="images/007.png" alt="From CINDERELLA" /><br/>
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From "CINDERELLA"</div>
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<br/>
<h2>THE OLD, OLD STORIES</h2>
<p>Here they are again, the old, old stories, the very best;
dear Cinderella, wicked old Bluebeard, tiny Thumbling,
beautiful Beauty and the ugly Beast, and a host of others. But
the old stories, I may tell you, are always new, and always
must be so, because there are new children to read them every
day, and to these, of course, these old tales might have been
written yesterday.</p>
<p>But the stories in this book are new in another way. Look
how they are clothed, look at their beautiful setting, the
wonderful <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page8" id="page8"></SPAN></span> pictures! Have you ever seen
such charming princes and lovely princesses, such dainty
grace and delicate feeling?</p>
<p>What would our grandfathers and grandmothers have said of
such a book! They would have thought there was magic in the
brush and pencil.</p>
<p>Surely we are favoured in this generation when we see before
us, the old, old fairy tales, which are ever new, dressed in
such a beautiful and splendid fashion!</p>
<p class="author"><i>EDRIC VREDENBURG.</i></p>
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<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="600" src="images/008.png" alt="From HANSEL AND GRETHEL" /><br/>
From "HANSEL AND GRETHEL"</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page9" id="page9"></SPAN></span> <br/>
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<br/>
<br/>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="500" src="images/009.png" alt="The Goose Girl" /></div>
<h2>THE GOOSE GIRL</h2>
<p>An old queen, whose husband had been dead some years, had a
beautiful daughter. When she grew up, she was betrothed to a
prince who lived a great way off; and as the time drew near for
her to be married, she got ready to set off on her journey to
his country. Then the queen, her mother, packed up a great many
costly things—jewels, and gold, and silver; trinkets,
fine dresses, and, in short, everything that became a royal
bride; for she loved her child very dearly: and she gave her a
waiting-maid to ride with her, and give
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page10" id="page10"></SPAN></span> her into the bridegroom's
hands; and each had a horse for the journey. Now the
princess's horse was called Falada, and could speak.</p>
<p>When the time came for them to set out, the old queen went
into her bed-chamber, and took a little knife, and cut off a
lock of her hair, and gave it to her daughter, and said, "Take
care of it, dear child; for it is a charm that may be of use to
you on the road." Then they took a sorrowful leave of each
other, and the princess put the lock of her mother's hair into
her bosom, got upon her horse, and set off on her journey to
her bridegroom's kingdom. One day, as they were riding along by
the side of a brook, the princess began to feel very thirsty,
and said to her maid, "Pray get down and fetch me some water,
in my golden cup, out of yonder brook, for I want to drink."
"Nay," said the maid, "if you are thirsty, get down yourself,
and lie down by the water and drink; I shall not be your
waiting-maid any longer." Then the princess was so thirsty that
she got down, and knelt over the brook and drank, for she was
frightened, and dared not bring out her golden cup; and then
she wept, and said "Alas! what will become of me?" And the lock
of hair answered her, and said—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Alas! alas! if thy mother knew it,</p>
<p>Sadly, sadly her heart would rue it."</p>
</div>
</div>
<p>But the princess was very humble and meek, so she said
nothing to her maid's ill behaviour, but got upon her horse
again.</p>
<p>Then all rode further on their journey, till the day grew so
warm, and the sun so scorching, that the bride began to feel
very thirsty again; and at last, when they came to a river, she
forgot her maid's rude speech, and said, "Pray get down and
fetch me some water to drink in my golden cup." But the maid
answered her, and even spoke more haughtily than before,
"Drink, if you will, but I shall not be your waiting-maid."
Then the princess was so thirsty that she got off her horse and
lay down, and held her head over the running stream, and cried,
and said, "What will become of me?" And the lock of hair
answered her again—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Alas! alas! if thy mother knew it,</p>
<p>Sadly, sadly her heart would rue it."</p>
</div>
</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page11" id="page11"></SPAN></span>
<p>And as she leaned down to drink, the lock of hair fell from
her bosom and floated away with the water, without her seeing
it, she was so frightened. But her maid saw it, and was very
glad, for she knew the charm, and saw that the poor bride would
be in her power now that she had lost the hair. So when the
bride had drunk, and would have got upon Falada again, the maid
said, "I shall ride upon Falada and you may have my horse
instead;" so she was forced to give up her horse, and soon
afterwards to take off her royal clothes, and put on her maid's
shabby ones.</p>
<p>At last, as they drew near the end of the journey, this
treacherous servant threatened to kill her mistress if she ever
told anyone what had happened. But Falada saw it all, and
marked it well. Then the waiting-maid got upon Falada, and the
real bride was set upon the other horse, and they went on in
this way till at last they came to the royal court. There was
great joy at their coming, the prince hurried to meet them, and
lifted the maid from her horse, thinking she was the one who
was to be his wife; and she was led upstairs to the royal
chamber, but the true princess was told to stay in the court
below.</p>
<div class="figright"
style="width:60%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="400" src="images/011.png" alt="Kneeling girl" /></div>
<p>But the old king happened to be looking out of the window,
and saw her in the yard below; and as she looked very pretty,
and too delicate for a waiting-maid, he went into the royal
chamber to ask the bride who it was she had brought with her,
that was thus left standing in the court below. "I brought her
with me for the sake of her company on the road," said she.
"Pray give the girl some work to do, that she may not be idle."
The old king could not for some
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page12" id="page12"></SPAN></span> time think of any work for
her to do, but at last he said, "I have a lad who takes care
of my geese; she may go and help him." Now the name of this
lad, that the real bride was to help in watching the king's
geese, was Curdken.</p>
<p>Soon after, the false bride said to the prince, "Dear
husband pray do me one piece of kindness." "That I will," said
the prince. "Then tell one of your slaughterers to cut off the
head of the horse I rode upon, for it was very unruly, and
plagued me sadly on the road." But the truth was, she was very
much afraid lest Falada should speak, and tell all she had done
to the princess. She carried her point, and the faithful Falada
was killed; but when the true princess heard of it she wept,
and begged the man to nail up Falada's head against a large
dark gate in the city through which she had to pass every
morning and evening, that there she might still see him
sometimes. Then the slaughterer said he would do as she wished;
cut off the head, and nailed it fast under the dark gate.</p>
<p>Early the next morning, as she and Curdken went out through
the gate, she said sorrowfully—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Falada, Falada, there thou art hanging!"</p>
</div>
</div>
<p>and the head answered—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Bride, bride, there thou art ganging!</p>
<p>Alas! alas! if thy mother knew it,</p>
<p>Sadly, sadly her heart would rue it."</p>
</div>
</div>
<p>Then they went out of the city, and drove the geese in. And
when she came to the meadow, she sat down upon a bank here, and
let down her waving locks of hair, which were all of pure gold;
and when Curdken saw it glitter in the sun, he ran up, and
would have pulled some of the locks out; but she
cried—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Blow, breezes, blow!</p>
<p>Let Curdken's hat go!</p>
<p>Blow, breezes, blow!</p>
<p>Let him after it go!</p>
<p>O'er hills, dales, and rocks.</p>
<p>Away be it whirl'd,</p>
<p>Till the golden locks</p>
<p>Are all comb'd and curl'd!"</p>
</div>
</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page13" id="page13"></SPAN></span>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="600" src="images/013.png" alt="Riders on horses" /></div>
<p>Then there came a wind, so strong that it blew off Curdken's
hat, and away it flew over the hills, and he after it; till, by
the time he came back, she had done combing and curling her
hair, and put it up again safe. Then he was very angry and
sulky, and would not speak to her at all; but they watched the
geese until it grew dark in the evening, and then drove them
homewards.</p>
<p>The next morning, as they were going through the dark gate,
the poor girl looked up at Falada's head, and cried—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Falada, Falada, there thou art hanging!"</p>
</div>
</div>
<p>and it answered—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Bride, bride, there thou art ganging!</p>
<p>Alas! alas! if thy mother knew it,</p>
<p>Sadly, sadly her heart would rue it."</p>
</div>
</div>
<p>Then she drove on the geese and sat down again in the
meadow, and began to comb out her hair as before, and Curdken
ran up to her, and wanted to take hold of it; but she cried out
quickly—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Blow, breezes, blow!</p>
<p>Let Curdken's hat go,</p>
<p>Blow, breezes, blow!</p>
<p>Let him after it go!</p>
<p>O'er hills, dales, and rocks,</p>
<p>Away be it whirl'd,</p>
<p>Till the golden locks</p>
<p>Are all comb'd and curl'd!"</p>
</div>
</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page14" id="page14"></SPAN></span>
<p>Then the wind came and blew his hat, and off it flew a great
way, over the hills and far away, so that he had to run after
it; and when he came back, she had done up her hair again, and
all was safe. So they watched the geese till it grew dark.</p>
<p>In the evening, after they came home, Curdken went to the
old king, and said, "I cannot have that strange girl to help me
to keep the geese any longer."</p>
<p>"Why?" said the king.</p>
<p>"Because she does nothing but tease me all day long."</p>
<p>Then the king made him tell all that had passed.</p>
<p>And Curdken said, "When we go in the morning through the
dark gate with our flock of geese, she weeps, and talks with
the head of a horse that hangs upon the wall, and
says—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"'Falada, Falada, there thou art hanging!'"</p>
</div>
</div>
<p>and the head answers—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"'Bride, bride, there thou art ganging!</p>
<p>Alas! alas! if thy mother knew it,</p>
<p>Sadly, sadly her heart would rue it.'"</p>
</div>
</div>
<p>And Curdken went on telling the king what had happened upon
the meadow where the geese fed; and how his hat was blown away,
and he was forced to run after it, and leave his flock. But the
old king told him to go out again as usual the next day, and
when morning came, the king placed himself behind the gate, and
heard how she spoke to Falada, and how Falada answered; and
then he went into the field and hid himself in a bush by the
meadow's side, and soon saw with his own eyes how they drove
the flock of geese, and how, after a little time, she let down
her hair that glittered in the sun; and then he heard her
say—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Blow, breezes, blow!</p>
<p>Let Curdken's hat go!</p>
<p>Blow, breezes, blow!</p>
<p>Let him after it go!</p>
<p>O'er hills, dales, and rocks,</p>
<p>Away be it whirl'd,</p>
<p>Till the golden locks,</p>
<p>Are all comb'd and curl'd!"</p>
</div>
</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page15" id="page15"></SPAN></span>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="478" src="images/015.png" alt="THEN THERE CAME A WIND SO STRONG THAT IT BLEW OFF CURDKEN'S HAT." />
<br/>
<br/>
"THEN THERE CAME A WIND SO STRONG THAT IT BLEW OFF
CURDKEN'S HAT."</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page16" id="page16"></SPAN></span>
<p>And soon came a gale of wind, and carried away Curdken's
hat, while the girl went on combing and curling her hair.</p>
<p>All this the old king saw: so he went home without being
seen; and when the little goose girl came back in the evening,
he called her aside, and asked her why she did so: but she
burst into tears, and said, "That I must not tell you or any
man, or I shall lose my life."</p>
<p>But the old king begged so hard that she had no peace till
she had told him all, word for word: and it was very lucky for
her that she did so, for the king ordered royal clothes to be
put upon her, and gazed on her with wonder, she was so
beautiful.</p>
<p>Then he called his son, and told him that he had only the
false bride, for that she was merely a waiting-maid, while the
true one stood by.</p>
<p>And the young king rejoiced when he saw her beauty, and
heard how meek and patient she had been; and without saying
anything, ordered a great feast to be got ready for all his
court.</p>
<p>The bridegroom sat at the top, with the false princess on
one side, and the true one on the other; but nobody knew her,
for she was quite dazzling to their eyes, and was not at all
like the little goose-girl, now that she had her brilliant
dress.</p>
<p>When they had eaten and drunk, and were very merry, the old
king told all the story, as one that he had once heard of, and
asked the true waiting-maid what she thought ought to be done
to anyone who would behave thus.</p>
<p>"Nothing better," said this false bride, "than that she
should be thrown into a cask stuck round with sharp nails, and
that two white horses should be put to it, and should drag it
from street to street till she is dead."</p>
<p>"Thou art she!" said the old king; "and since thou hast
judged thyself, it shall be so done to thee."</p>
<p>And the young king was married to his true wife, and they
reigned over the kingdom in peace and happiness all their
lives.</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page17" id="page17"></SPAN></span>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="600" src="images/017.png" alt="The Dwarfs" /></div>
<h2>LITTLE SNOW-WHITE</h2>
<p>It was in the middle of winter, when the broad flakes of
snow were falling around, that a certain queen sat working at
the window, the frame of which was made of fine black ebony;
and as she was looking out upon the snow, she pricked her
finger, and three drops of blood fell upon it. Then she gazed
thoughtfully upon the red drops which sprinkled the white snow,
and said, "Would that my little daughter may be as white as
that snow, as red as the blood, and as black as the ebony
window-frame!" And so the little girl grew up: her skin was as
white as snow, her cheeks as rosy as blood, and her hair as
black as ebony; and she was called Snow-White.</p>
<p>But this queen died; and the king soon married another wife,
who was very beautiful, but so proud that she could not bear to
think that any one could surpass her. She had a magical
looking-glass, to which she used to go and gaze upon herself in
it, and say,</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Tell me, glass, tell me true!</p>
<p>Of all the ladies in the land.</p>
<p>Who is fairest? Tell me who?"</p>
</div>
</div>
<p>And the glass answered, "Thou, Queen, art fairest in the
land."</p>
<p>But Snow-White grew more and more beautiful; and when she
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page18" id="page18"></SPAN></span> was seven years old, she was
as bright as the day, and fairer than the queen herself.
Then the glass one day answered the queen, when she went to
consult it as usual:</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Thou, Queen, may'st fair and beauteous be,</p>
<p>But Snow-White is lovelier far than thee!"</p>
</div>
</div>
<p>When she heard this she turned pale with rage and envy; and
calling to one of her servants said, "Take Snow-White away into
the wide wood, that I may never see her more." Then the servant
led her away; but his heart melted when she begged him to spare
her life, and he said, "I will not hurt thee, thou pretty
child." So he left her by herself, and though he thought it
most likely that the wild beasts would tear her to pieces, he
felt as if a great weight were taken off his heart when he had
made up his mind not to kill her, but leave her to her
fate.</p>
<div class="figleft"
style="width:50%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="300" src="images/018.png" alt="Snow-White with Servant" /></div>
<p>Then poor Snow-White wandered along through the wood in
great fear; and the wild beasts roared about her, but none did
her any harm. In the evening she came to a little cottage, and
went in there to rest herself, for her weary feet would carry
her no further. Everything was spruce and neat in the cottage:
on the table was spread a white cloth, and there were seven
little plates with seven little loaves and seven little glasses
with wine in them; and knives and forks laid in order, and by
the wall stood seven little beds. Then, as she was very hungry,
she picked a little piece off each loaf, and
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page19" id="page19"></SPAN></span> drank a very little wine out
of each glass; and after that she thought she would lie down
and rest. So she tried all the little beds; and one was too
long, and another was too short, till at last the seventh
suited her; and there she laid herself down and went to
sleep. Presently in came the masters of the cottage, who
were seven little dwarfs that lived among the mountains, and
dug and searched about for gold. They lighted up their seven
lamps, and saw directly that all was not right. The first
said, "Who has been sitting on my stool?" The second, "Who
has been eating off my plate?" The third, "Who has been
picking at my bread?" the fourth, "Who has been meddling
with my spoon?" The fifth, "Who has been handling my fork?"
The sixth, "Who has been cutting with my knife?" The
seventh, "Who has been drinking my wine?" Then the first
looked round and said. "Who has been lying on my bed?" And
the rest came running to him, and every one cried out that
somebody had been upon his bed. But the seventh saw
Snow-White, and called upon his brethren to come and see
her; and they cried out with wonder and astonishment, and
brought their lamps to look at her, and said, "Good heavens!
What a lovely child she is!" and they were delighted to see
her, and took care not to waken her; and the seventh dwarf
slept an hour with each of the other dwarfs in turn, till
the night was gone.</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<SPAN href="images/158.jpg"
name="fig158s" id="fig158s"><ANTIMG width-obs="475"
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<p><i>Painted by Jennie Harbour</i></p>THE MAGIC
MIRROR—"LITTLE SNOW-WHITE"</div>
<p>In the morning Snow-White told them all her story; and they
pitied her, and said if she would keep all things in order, and
cook and wash, and knit and spin for them, she might stay where
she was, and they would take good care of her. Then they went
out all day long to their work, seeking for gold and silver in
the mountains; and Snow-White remained at home: and they warned
her, and said, "The queen will soon find out where you are, so
take care and let no one in." But the queen, now that she
thought Snow-White was dead, believed that she was certainly
the handsomest lady in the land; and she went to her glass, and
the glass answered,</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Thou, Queen, thou art fairest in all this land;</p>
<p>But over the hills, in the greenwood shade.</p>
<p>Where the seven dwarfs their dwelling have made.</p>
<p>There Snow-White is hiding her head; and she</p>
<p>Is lovelier far, O Queen, than thee."</p>
</div>
</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page20" id="page20"></SPAN></span>
<p>Then the queen was very much alarmed; for she knew that the
glass always spoke the truth, and was sure that the servant had
betrayed her. And she could not bear to think that anyone lived
who was more beautiful than she was; so she disguised herself
as a pedlar and went her way over the hills to the place where
the dwarfs dwelt. Then she knocked at the door, and cried,
"Fine wares to sell!" Snow-White looked out of the window, and
cried, "Good-day, good woman; what have you to sell?" "Good
wares, fine wares," said she; "laces and bobbins of all
colours." "I will let the old lady in; she seems to be a very
good sort of a body," thought Snow-White; so she ran down, and
unbolted the door. "Bless me!" said the woman, "how badly your
stays are laced. Let me lace them up with one of my nice new
laces." Snow-White did not dream of any mischief; so she stood
up before the old woman; but she set to work so nimbly, and
pulled the lace so tight, that Snow-White lost her breath, and
fell down as if she were dead. "There's an end of all thy
beauty," said the spiteful queen, and went away home.</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="449" src="images/020.png" alt="THERE'S AN END TO ALL THY BEAUTY' SAID THE SPITEFUL QUEEN" />
<br/>
"'THERE'S AN END TO ALL THY BEAUTY' SAID THE SPITEFUL
QUEEN,<br/>
AND SHE WENT AWAY HOME."</div>
<p>In the evening the seven dwarfs returned; and I need not say
how grieved they were to see their faithful Snow-White
stretched upon the ground motionless, as if she were quite
dead. However, they lifted her up, and when they found what was
the matter, they cut the lace; and in a little time she began
to breathe, and soon came to life again. Then they said, "The
old woman was the queen herself; take care another time, and
let no one in when we are away."</p>
<p>When the queen got home, she went to her glass, and spoke to
it, but to her surprise it said the same words as before.</p>
<p>Then the blood ran cold in her heart with spite and malice
to see that Snow-White still lived; and she dressed herself up
again in a disguise, but very different from the one she wore
before, and took with her a poisoned comb, When she reached the
dwarf's cottage, she knocked at the door, and cried, "Fine
wares to sell!" but Snow-White said, "I dare not let anyone
in." Then the queen begged, "Only look at my beautiful combs;"
and gave her the poisoned <!--page 21 had illustration-->
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page22" id="page22"></SPAN></span> one. And it looked so pretty
that she took it up and put it into her hair to try it; but
the moment it touched her head the poison was so powerful
that she fell down senseless.</p>
<p>"There you may lie," said the queen, and went her way. But
by good luck the dwarfs returned very early that evening; and
when they saw Snow-White lying on the ground, they thought what
had happened, and soon found the poisoned comb. And when they
took it away, she recovered, and told them all that had passed;
and they warned her once more not to open the door to
anyone.</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="500" src="images/022.png" alt=" The Queen and senseless Snow-White" /></div>
<p>Meantime the queen went home to her glass, and trembled with
rage when she received exactly the same answer as before; and
she said "Snow-White shall die, if it costs me my life." So she
went secretly into a chamber, and prepared a poisoned apple;
the outside looked very rosy and tempting, but whosoever tasted
it was sure to die. Then she dressed herself up as a peasant's
wife, and travelled over the hills to the dwarfs' cottage, and
knocked at the door; but Snow-White put her head out of the
window, and said, "I dare not let anyone in, for the dwarfs
have told me not to." "Do as you please," said the old woman,
"but at any rate take this pretty apple; I will make you a
present of it." "No," said Snow-White, "I dare not take it."
"You silly girl!" answered the other, "what are you afraid of?
Do you think it <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page23" id="page23"></SPAN></span> is poisoned? Come! do you eat
one part, and I will eat the other." Now the apple was so
prepared that one side was good, though the other side was
poisoned. Then Snow-White was very much tempted to taste,
for the apple looked exceedingly nice; and when she saw the
old woman eat, she could refrain no longer. But she had
scarcely put the piece into her mouth, when she fell down
dead upon the ground. "This time nothing will save thee,"
said the queen; and she went home to her glass, and at last
it said,</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Thou, Queen, art the fairest of all the fair."</p>
</div>
</div>
<p>And then her envious heart was glad, and as happy as such a
heart could be.</p>
<p>When evening came, and the dwarfs returned home, they found
Snow-White lying on the ground; no breath passed her lips, and
they were afraid that she was quite dead. They lifted her up,
and combed her hair, and washed her face with wine and water;
but all was in vain, for the little girl seemed quite dead. So
they laid her down upon a bier, and all seven watched and
bewailed her three whole days; and then they proposed to bury
her; but her cheeks were still rosy, and her face looked just
as it did while she was alive; so they said, "We will never
bury her in the cold ground." And they made a coffin of glass
so that they might still look at her, and wrote her name upon
it in golden letters, and that she was a king's daughter. And
the coffin was placed upon the hill, and one of the dwarfs
always sat by it and watched. And the birds of the air came
too, and bemoaned Snow-White. First of all came an owl, and
then a raven, but at last came a dove.</p>
<p>And thus Snow-White lay for a long, long time, and still
only looked as though she were asleep; for she was even now as
white as snow, and as red as blood, and as black as ebony. At
last a prince came and called at the dwarfs' house; and he saw
Snow-White, and read what was written in gold letters. Then he
offered the dwarfs money, and earnestly prayed them to let him
take her away; but they said, "We will not part with her for
all the gold in the world." At last, however, they had pity on
him, and gave him the coffin; but the moment he lifted it up to
carry it home with him, <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page24" id="page24"></SPAN></span> the piece of apple fell from
between her lips, and Snow-White awoke, and said, "Where am
I?" And the prince answered, "Thou art safe with me." Then
he told her all that had happened, and said, "I love you
better than all the world; come with me to my father's
palace, and you shall be my wife." And Snow-White consented,
and went home with the prince; and everything was prepared
with great pomp and splendour for their wedding.</p>
<p>To the feast was invited, among the rest, Snow-White's old
enemy, the queen; and as she was dressing herself in fine, rich
clothes, she looked, in the glass, and the glass answered,</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Thou, lady, art the loveliest <i>here</i>, I
ween;</p>
<p>But lovelier far is the new-made queen."</p>
</div>
</div>
<p>When she heard this, she started with rage; but her envy and
curiosity were so great, that she could not help setting out to
see the bride. And when she arrived, and saw that it was none
other than Snow-White, who she thought had been dead a long
while, she choked with passion, and fell ill and died; but
Snow-White and the prince lived and reigned happily over that
land many, many years.</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="500" src="images/024.png" alt=" The Royals" /></div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page25" id="page25"></SPAN></span> <br/>
<br/>
<hr />
<br/>
<br/>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="600" src="images/025.png" alt="Step Sisters and Cinderella" /></div>
<h2>CINDERELLA</h2>
<p>The wife of a rich man fell sick: and when she felt that her
end drew nigh, she called her only daughter to her bedside, and
said, "Always be a good girl, and I will look down from heaven
and watch over you." Soon afterwards she shut her eyes and
died, and was buried in the garden; and the little girl went
every day to her grave and wept, and was always good and kind
to all about her. And the snow spread a beautiful white
covering over the grave: but by the time the sun had melted it
away again, her father had married another wife. This new wife
had two daughters of her own, that she brought home with her:
they were fair in face but foul at heart, and it was now a
sorry time for the poor little girl. "What does the
good-for-nothing thing want in the parlour?" said they; "they
who would eat bread should first earn it; away with the kitchen
maid!" Then they took away her fine clothes, and gave her an
old frock to put on, and laughed at her and turned her into the
kitchen.</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page26" id="page26"></SPAN></span>
<p>Then she was forced to do hard work; to rise early, before
daylight, to bring the water, to make the fire, to cook and to
wash. Besides that, the sisters plagued her in all sorts of
ways and laughed at her. In the evening, when she was tired,
she had no bed to lie down on, but was made to sleep by the
hearth among the ashes; and then, as she was of course always
dusty and dirty, they called her Cinderella.</p>
<p>It happened once that the father was going to the fair, and
asked his wife's daughters what he should bring them. "Fine
clothes," said the first: "Pearls and diamonds," said the
second. "Now, child," said he to his own daughter, "what will
you have?" "The first sprig, dear father, that rubs against
your hat on your way home," said she. Then he bought for the
two first the fine clothes and pearls and diamonds they had
asked for: and on his way home as he rode through a green
copse, a sprig of hazel brushed against him, and almost pushed
off his hat; so he broke it off and brought it away; and when
he got home he gave it to his daughter. Then she took it and
went to her mother's grave and planted it there, and cried so
much that it was watered with her tears; and there it grew and
became a fine tree. Three times every day she went to it and
wept; and soon a little bird came and built its nest upon the
tree, and talked with her and watched over her, and brought her
whatever she wished for.</p>
<p>Now it happened that the king of the land held a feast which
was to last three days, and out of those who came to it his son
was to choose a bride for himself; and Cinderella's two sisters
were asked to come. So they called her up and said, "Now, comb
our hair, brush our shoes, and tie our sashes for us, for we
are going to dance at the king's feast." Then she did as she
was told, but when all was done she could not help crying, for
she thought to herself, she would have liked to go to the dance
too; and at last she begged her mother very hard to let her go.
"You! Cinderella?" said she; "you who have nothing to wear, no
clothes at all, and who cannot even dance—you want to go
to the ball?" And when she kept on begging—to get rid of
her, she said at last, "I will throw this basinful of peas into
the ash heap, and if you have picked them all out in two
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page27" id="page27"></SPAN></span> hours' time you shall go to
the feast too." Then she threw the peas into the ashes; but
the little maiden ran out at the back door into the garden,
and cried out—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Hither, hither, through the sky.</p>
<p>Turtle-doves and linnets, fly!</p>
<p>Blackbird, thrush, and chaffinch gay,</p>
<p>Hither, hither, haste away!</p>
<p class="i2">One and all, come help me quick,</p>
<p>Haste ye, haste ye—pick, pick, pick!"</p>
</div>
</div>
<div class="figright"
style="width:50%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="400" src="images/027.png" alt="Woman sweeping" /></div>
<p>Then first came two white doves flying in at the kitchen
window; and next came two turtle-doves; and after them all the
little birds under heaven came chirping and fluttering in, and
flew down into the ashes; and the little doves stooped their
heads down and set to work, pick, pick, pick; and then the
others began to pick, pick, pick; and picked out all the good
grain and put it in a dish, and left the ashes. At the end of
one hour the work was done, and all flew out again at the
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page28" id="page28"></SPAN></span> windows. Then Cinderella
brought the dish to her mother, overjoyed at the thought
that now she should go to the feast. But she said, "No, no!
Girl, you have no clothes and cannot dance, you shall not
go." And when Cinderella begged very hard to go, she said,
"If you can in one hour's time pick two of these dishes of
peas out of the ashes, you shall go too." And thus she
thought she should at last get rid of her. So she shook two
dishes of peas into the ashes; but the little maiden went
out into the garden at the back of the house, and cried as
before—</p>
<br clear="all" />
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Hither, hither, through the sky.</p>
<p>Turtle-doves and linnets, fly!</p>
<p>Blackbird, thrush, and chaffinch gay,</p>
<p>Hither, hither, haste away!</p>
<p>One and all, come help me quick,</p>
<p>Haste ye, haste ye—pick, pick, pick!"</p>
</div>
</div>
<p>Then first came two white doves in at the kitchen window;
and next came the turtle-doves; and after them all the little
birds under heaven came chirping and hopping about, and flew
down about the ashes; and the little doves put their heads down
and set to work, pick, pick, pick; and then the others began to
pick, pick, pick; and they put all the good grain into the
dishes, and left all the ashes, Before half-an-hour's time all
was done, and out they flew again. And then Cinderella took the
dishes to her mother, rejoicing to think that she should now go
to the ball. But her mother said, "It is all of no use, you
cannot go, you have no clothes, and cannot dance, and you would
only put us to shame:" and off she went with her two daughters
to the feast.</p>
<p>Now when all were gone, and nobody left at home, Cinderella
went sorrowfully and sat down under the hazel-tree, and cried
out—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Shake, shake, hazel tree,</p>
<p>Gold and silver over me!"</p>
</div>
</div>
<p>Then her friend the bird flew out of the tree and brought a
gold and silver dress for her, and slippers of spangled silk;
and she put them on, and followed her sisters to the feast. But
they did not know her, and thought it must be some strange
princess, she looked so fine and beautiful in her rich clothes;
and they never once thought of Cinderella, but took for granted
that she was safe at home in the dirt.</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<SPAN href="images/159.jpg"
name="fig159s" id="fig159s"><ANTIMG width-obs="479"
src="images/159s.jpg" alt="CINDERELLA" /></SPAN>
<p><i>Painted by Jennie Harbour</i></p>CINDERELLA</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page29" id="page29"></SPAN></span>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="500" src="images/029.png" alt="Cinderella and Clock" /></div>
<p>The king's son soon came up to her, and took her by the hand
and danced with her and no one else; and he never left her
hand; but when any one else came to ask her to dance, he said,
"This lady is dancing with me." Thus they danced till a late
hour of the night, and then she wanted to go home: and the
king's son said, "I shall go and take care of you to your
home;" for he wanted to see where the beautiful maid lived. But
she slipped away from him unawares, and ran off towards home,
and the prince followed her; but she jumped up into the
pigeon-house and shut the door. Then he waited till her father
came home, and told him that the unknown maiden who had been at
the feast had hidden herself in the pigeon-house. But when they
had broken open the door they found no one within; and as they
came back into the house,
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page30" id="page30"></SPAN></span> Cinderella lay as she always
did, in her dirty frock by the ashes, and her dim little
lamp burnt in the chimney; for she had run as quickly as she
could through the pigeon-house and on to the hazel-tree, and
had there taken off her beautiful clothes, and laid them
beneath the tree, that the bird might carry them away, and
had seated herself amid the ashes again in her little old
frock.</p>
<p>The next day, when the feast was again held, and her father,
mother, and sisters were gone, Cinderella went to the hazel
tree, and said—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Shake, shake, hazel tree,</p>
<p>Gold and silver over me!"</p>
</div>
</div>
<p>And the bird came and brought a still finer dress than the
one she had worn the day before. And when she came in it to the
ball, every one wondered at her beauty; but the king's son, who
was waiting for her, took her by the hand, and danced with her;
and when any one asked her to dance, he said as before, "This
lady is dancing with me." When night came she wanted to go
home; and the king's son followed her as before, that he might
see into what house she went; but she sprang away from him, all
at once, into the garden behind her father's house. In this
garden stood a fine large pear tree full of ripe fruit; and
Cinderella, not knowing where to hide herself, jumped up into
it without being seen. Then the king's son could not find out
where she was gone, but waited till her father came home, and
said to him, "The unknown lady who danced with me has slipped
away, and I think she must have sprung into the pear tree." The
father thought to himself, "Can it be Cinderella?" So he
ordered an axe to be brought; and they cut down the tree, but
found no one upon it. And when they came back into the kitchen,
there lay Cinderella in the ashes as usual; for she had slipped
down on the other side of the tree, and carried her beautiful
clothes back to the bird at the hazel tree, and then put on her
little old frock.</p>
<p>The third day, when her father and mother and sisters were
gone she went again into the garden, and said—-</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Shake, shake, hazel tree,</p>
<p>Gold and silver over me!"</p>
</div>
</div>
<p>Then her kind friend the bird brought a dress still finer
than the former ones, and slippers which were all of gold; so
that when she <!--page 31 contained image-->
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page32" id="page32"></SPAN></span> came to the feast no one knew
what to say for wonder at her beauty; and the king's son
danced with her alone; and when any one else asked her to
dance he said, "This lady is my partner." Now when night
came she wanted to go home; and the king's son would go with
her, and said to himself, "I will not lose her this time;"
but, however, she managed to slip away from him, though in
such a hurry that she dropped her left golden slipper upon
the stairs.</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="450" src="images/031.png" alt="SHE SPRANG AWAY FROM HIM, ALL AT ONCE, INTO THE GARDEN" />
<br/>
"SHE SPRANG AWAY FROM HIM, ALL AT ONCE,<br/>
INTO THE GARDEN BEHIND HER FATHER'S HOUSE."</div>
<p>So the prince took the shoe, and went the next day to the
king his father, and said, "I will take for my wife the lady
that this golden shoe fits." Then both the sisters were
overjoyed to hear this; for they had beautiful feet, and had no
doubt that they could wear the golden slipper. The eldest went
first into the room where the slipper was, and wanted to try it
on, and the mother stood by. But her great toe could not go
into it, and the shoe was altogether much too small for her.
Then the mother gave her a knife, and said, "Never mind, cut it
off; when you are queen you will not care about toes, you will
not want to go on foot." So the silly girl cut her great toe
off, and squeezed the shoe on, and went to the king's son. Then
he took her for his bride, and set her beside him on his horse
and rode away with her. But on their way home they had to pass
by the hazel tree that Cinderella had planted and there sat a
little dove on the branch singing—-</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Back again! back again! look to the shoe!</p>
<p>The shoe is too small, and not made for you!</p>
<p>Prince! prince! look again for thy bride,</p>
<p>For she's not the true one that sits by thy
side."</p>
</div>
</div>
<p>Then the prince got down and looked at her foot, and saw by
the blood that streamed from it what a trick she had played
him. So he turned his horse round and brought the false bride
back to her home, and said, "This is not the right bride; let
the other sister try and put on the slipper." Then she went
into the room and got her foot into the shoe, all but the heel,
which was too large. But her mother squeezed it in till the
blood came, and took her to the king's son; and he set her as
his bride beside him on his horse, and rode away with her. But
when they came to the hazel tree the little dove sat there
still, and sang—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Back again! back again! look to the shoe!</p>
<p>The shoe is too small, and not made for you!</p>
<p>Prince! prince! look again for thy bride,</p>
<p>For she's not the true one that sits by thy
side."</p>
</div>
</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page33" id="page33"></SPAN></span>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="600" src="images/033.png" alt="Trying on the Shoe" /></div>
<p>Then he looked down and saw that the blood streamed so from
the shoe that her white stockings were quite red. So he turned
his horse and brought her back again also. "This is not the
true bride," said he to the father; "have you no other
daughters?" "No," said he; "there is only a little dirty
Cinderella here, the child of my first wife; I am sure she
cannot be the bride." However, the prince told him to send her.
But the mother said, "No, no, she is much too dirty, she will
not dare to show herself;" still the prince would have her
come. And she first washed her face and hands, and then went in
and curtsied to him, and he handed to her the golden
slipper.</p>
<p>Then she took her clumsy shoe off her left foot and put on
the golden slipper; and it fitted her as if it had been made
for her. And when the Prince drew near and looked at her face
he knew her, and said, "This is the right bride."</p>
<p>But the mother and both the sisters were frightened and
turned pale with anger as he took Cinderella on his horse, and
rode away with her. And when they came to the hazel tree, the
white dove sang—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Home! home! look at the shoe!</p>
<p>Princess! the shoe was made for you!</p>
<p>Prince! prince! take home thy bride.</p>
<p>For she is the true one that sits by thy side!"</p>
</div>
</div>
<p>And when the dove had done its song, it came flying and
perched upon her shoulder, and so went home with
her.</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page34" id="page34"></SPAN></span>
<h2>PRINCESS GOLDENHAIR</h2>
<p>There was once a King's daughter who was the most beautiful
thing in the world, and as her hair was fair and reached to her
feet she was called the Princess Goldenhair.</p>
<p>A handsome young King in the neighbourhood, although he had
never seen this Princess, fell so deeply in love with her from
what he had heard, that he could neither eat nor sleep.</p>
<p>So an ambassador was sent with a magnificent chariot, more
than a hundred horses, and fifty pages, to bring the Princess
to the King, and great preparations were made for her
reception.</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="474" src="images/037.png" alt="AN AMBASSADOR WAS SENT WITH MORE THAN A HUNDRED HORSES," />
<br/>
"AN AMBASSADOR WAS SENT WITH MORE THAN A HUNDRED
HORSES,<br/>
AND FIFTY PAGES TO BRING THE PRINCESS TO THE KING."</div>
<p>But whether the Princess Goldenhair was in an ill humour
when the ambassador arrived at her Court, or whatever was the
reason, certain it is that she sent a message to the young King
thanking him but saying that she did not wish to marry.</p>
<p>When the King heard of her refusal he wept like a child.</p>
<p>Now at his Court there was a young man called Avenant. He
was as beautiful as the sun, and a more finely made fellow than
any in the kingdom; everybody loved him except a few envious
people, who were angry because the King favoured and confided
in him, and in the presence of these, one day, Avenant
incautiously remarked,</p>
<p>"If the King had sent me to fetch the Princess Goldenhair, I
am certain she would have come," and these words were repeated
to the King in such a manner that they made him very angry, and
he ordered Avenant to be shut up in a high tower, to die of
hunger.</p>
<p>In this sad plight, Avenant exclaimed one day, "How have I
offended his Majesty? He has no more faithful subject than
I."</p>
<p>The King who happened to be passing by the tower, heard
this; he called for Avenant to be brought forth who, throwing
himself on his knees, begged to know in what way he had
offended his royal master.</p>
<p>"You mocked me," said the King, "you said that you would
have succeeded with the Princess Goldenhair where I have
failed."</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page35" id="page35"></SPAN></span>
<p>"It is true, sir," replied Avenant, "I did say so, for I
would have represented your noble qualities in such a way, that
she could not help being persuaded."</p>
<p>The King was convinced of the young man's sincerity, and
with a letter of introduction, Avenant set out for the Court of
the goldenhaired beauty, riding alone, according to his wish,
and thinking as he went how he best could woo the Princess for
his beloved master.</p>
<p>One day, alighting from his horse to write down some
suitable words that had come into his mind, he saw a golden
carp who, leaping from the water to catch flies, had thrown
herself upon the river bank, and was now nearly dead.</p>
<p>Avenant pitied the poor thing, and put her carefully back
into the water. Recovering directly, the carp dived to the
bottom, but returning to the edge of the river, said,</p>
<p>"Avenant, I thank you; you have saved my life, I will repay
you;" then she swam off leaving the young man in great
astonishment.</p>
<p>Another day as Avenant journeyed he noticed a raven who was
pursued by an eagle. "What right has that eagle to persecute
the raven? thought Avenant, and he drew his bow and shot the
fierce bird. The raven perched on a bough and cried.</p>
<p>"Avenant you have saved my life, I will not be ungrateful, I
will repay you."</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:80%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="450" src="images/035.png" alt="Avenant" /></div>
<p>Not long after this, Avenant found an owl caught in a snare,
he cut the strings, and freed
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page36" id="page36"></SPAN></span> the trembling captive.
"Avenant," said the owl, "you have saved my life, I will
repay you."</p>
<p>These three adventures were the most important that befell
Avenant, and he went on his way, shortly before he arrived at
his destination purchasing a beautiful little dog named
Cabriole.</p>
<p>When Avenant reached the Palace of the Princess Goldenhair,
and saw the Princess seated upon her throne, she looked so
lovely that at first all his fine speeches forsook him, and he
could not utter a word; however, taking courage, he addressed
her in exquisitely chosen language, begging her to become the
King's bride.</p>
<p>To this the Princess replied most graciously, saying that
his petition moved her more than any other could do, "but
know," she added, "as I was walking by the river a month ago,
as I took off my glove, a ring, that I greatly value, fell into
the water, and I have vowed that I will not heed any proposal
of marriage, except from the ambassador who brings me back my
ring."</p>
<p>Sad at heart Avenant left the Palace, but his little dog,
Cabriole, said, "My dear master, do not despair, you are too
good to be unhappy. Early to-morrow morning let us go to the
river-side." Avenant patted him, but did not answer, and, still
sad, fell asleep.</p>
<p>As soon as it was day, Cabriole awoke him saying, "Dress
yourself, my master, and come out."</p>
<p>They wandered down to the river, and there Avenant heard a
voice calling him, and what should he see but the golden carp,
with the Princess's ring in her mouth. "Take it, dear Avenant,"
said she, "I promised to repay you for saving my life, and now
I can fulfil my promise."</p>
<p>Thanking her a thousand times, Avenant, going at once to the
Palace, said, "Princess, your command is fulfilled; may it
please you to receive the King, my master, as your
husband."</p>
<p>The Princess thought she must be dreaming when she saw the
ring, but she set Avenant another task.</p>
<div class="figright"
style="width:40%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="300" src="images/038.png" alt="Princess and Avenant" /></div>
<p>"Not far from here there is a prince named Galifron," said
she; "he wishes to marry me, and threatens to ravish my kingdom
if I <!--page 37 contained an image-->
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page38" id="page38"></SPAN></span> refuse; but how can I accept
him? He is a giant, taller than my highest tower, he eats a
man as a monkey would eat a chestnut, and when he speaks,
his voice is so loud that it deafens those who hear him. He
will not take my refusal, but kills my subjects. You must
fight and bring me his head."</p>
<p>"Well, madam," replied Avenant, "I will fight Galifron; I
expect I shall be killed, but I shall die a brave man." And,
taking Cabriole, Avenant set out for Galifron's country, asking
news of the giant as he went along, and the more he heard the
more he feared him, but Cabriole reassured him. "My dear
master," said the little dog, "while you are fighting him I
will bite his legs, then he will stoop to chase me, and you
will kill him." Avenant admired the bravery of the little dog,
but he knew his help would not be sufficient.</p>
<p>Presently they perceived how the roads were covered with the
bones of the men that Galifron had eaten, and soon they saw the
giant coming towards them through a wood. His head was higher
than the highest trees, and he sang in a terrific voice:</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Where are the children small, so small,</p>
<p>With my teeth I will crush them all,</p>
<p>On so many would I feed, feed, feed.</p>
<p>The whole world can't supply my need."</p>
</div>
</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page39" id="page39"></SPAN></span>
<p>Using the same tune, Avenant began to sing:</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Look down, here is Avenant beneath, beneath</p>
<p>He will draw from your head, the teeth, the
teeth</p>
<p>Although he is not very big, 'tis true,</p>
<p>He is able to fight with such as you."</p>
</div>
</div>
<p>The giant put himself into a terrible passion, and would
have killed Avenant with one blow, only a raven from above flew
at his head, and pecked him straight in the eyes, so violently
that he was blinded. He began striking out on all sides, but
Avenant avoided his blows, and with his sword pierced him so
many times that at last he fell to the ground. Then Avenant cut
off his head, and the raven, who had perched on a tree,
said,</p>
<p>"I have not forgotten how you rescued me from the eagle; I
promised to repay you, I think I have done so to-day."</p>
<p>"I owe everything to you, Mr. Raven," responded Avenant, as,
holding Galifron's head, he rode off.</p>
<p>When he entered the town, crowds followed him crying, "Here
is the brave Avenant who has slain the monster."</p>
<p>Avenant advanced to the Princess, and said, "Madam, your
enemy is dead. I hope you will no more refuse the King, my
master."</p>
<p>"Although it is so," answered the Princess, "I shall refuse
him unless you will bring me some water from the Grotto of
Darkness. At the entrance there are two dragons, with fire in
their eyes and mouths; inside the grotto there is a deep pit
into which you must descend, it is full of toads, scorpions,
and serpents. At the bottom of this pit there is a little cave
where flows the fountain of beauty and health. Positively I
must possess the water; all who wash in it, if they are
beautiful, continue so always, if they are ugly they become
beautiful; if they are young they remain young, if they are old
they regain their youth. You cannot wonder, Avenant, that I
will not leave my kingdom without taking it with me."</p>
<p>So once more Avenant and Cabriole set out; they journeyed on
until they came to a rock, black as ink, from which smoke was
issuing, and a moment later there appeared one of the dragons
belching forth fire from his eyes and mouth. He was a frightful
looking creature with a green and yellow body, and his tail was
so long that it went into a hundred curves. Avenant saw all
this, but <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page40" id="page40"></SPAN></span> resolved to die, he drew his
sword, and, carrying the flask the Princess had given to him
to hold the water, he said to Cabriole:</p>
<p>"My days are ended, I can never obtain that water the
dragons are guarding; when I am dead, fill this flask with my
blood and carry it to the Princess, that she may know what it
has cost me, then go to the King, my master, and tell him of my
misfortune."</p>
<p>As he was speaking, a voice called, "Avenant, Avenant," and
looking around he saw an owl. "You saved my life from the
fowlers," said the owl. "I promised to repay you, the time has
now come. Give me your flask. I will bring you the water of
beauty."</p>
<p>And carrying the flask, the owl entered the grotto,
unhindered, returning in less than a quarter of an hour with it
full to the brim. Avenant thanked the owl heartily, and
joyously started for the town, where he presented the flask to
the Princess, who immediately gave orders to prepare for her
departure.</p>
<p>But as she considered Avenant altogether charming, before
she set out, she several times said to him: "If you wish, we
need not go, for I will make you king of my country." But
Avenant made reply:</p>
<p>"I would not displease my master for all the kingdoms of
earth, although your beauty I consider greater than that of the
sun."</p>
<p>Thus they arrived at the King's capital, and the wedding
took place amidst great rejoicings; but Princess Goldenhair,
who loved Avenant from the depths of her heart, was not happy
unless she could see him, and was for ever singing his praises.
"I should not have come, had it not been for Avenant," she told
the King, "you ought to be very much obliged to him." Then the
envious courtiers counselled the King, and Avenant was cast
once more into the tower, chained hand and foot. When Princess
Goldenhair heard of this imprisonment, she fell on her knees
before the King, and begged for Avenant's release; but he would
not heed her, so that she became saddened and would speak no
more.</p>
<p>Then the King thought: "Maybe I am not handsome enough to
please her!" so he determined to wash his face in the water of
beauty.</p>
<p>Now it had happened that a chamber-maid had broken the flask
containing this wonderful water, so that it was all spilled;
then, <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page41" id="page41"></SPAN></span> without saying anything to
anyone, she had replaced it by a similar flask taken from
the King's apartment, but the liquid in this flask was
really that which was used when the princes or great lords
were condemned to death, for, instead of being beheaded,
their faces were washed with this water and they fell asleep
and did not wake again. And so the King using this water one
evening, thinking it to be the beauty water, and hoping and
expecting to be made more handsome, went to sleep and awoke
no more. Upon hearing what had occurred, Cabriole at once
went and told Avenant, who asked him to go to the Princess
Goldenhair and beseech her to remember the poor prisoner.
When the Princess received this message, she went straight
to the tower, and, with her own hands, struck off the chains
that bound Avenant, and placing a crown of gold upon his
head, and a royal mantle upon his shoulders, said: "Come,
dear Avenant, I will make you King, and take you for my
husband." Then there was a grand wedding, and Princess
Goldenhair and Avenant, with Cabriole, lived long, all of
them happy and contented.</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="500" src="images/041.png" alt="Dragon" /></div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page42" id="page42"></SPAN></span> <br/>
<br/>
<hr />
<br/>
<br/>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="474" src="images/042.png" alt="Hut in forest" /></div>
<h2>LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD</h2>
<p>Many years ago there lived a dear little girl, who was
beloved by everyone who knew her; but her grandmother was so
very fond of her that she never felt that she could think and
do enough for her.</p>
<p>On her grand-daughter's birthday she presented her with a
red silk hood; and as it suited her very well, she would never
wear anything else; and so she was called Little Red Riding
Hood. One day her mother said to her, "Come, Red Riding Hood,
here is a nice piece of meat, and a bottle of wine: take these
to your grandmother; she is weak and ailing, and they will do
her good. Be there before she gets up; go quietly and
carefully; and do not run, or you may fall and
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page43" id="page43"></SPAN></span> break the bottle, and then
your grandmother will have nothing. When you go into her
room, do not forget to say 'Good-morning'; and do not pry
into all the corners." "I will do just as you say," answered
Red Riding Hood, bidding good-bye to her mother.</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<SPAN href="images/160.jpg"
name="fig160s" id="fig160s"><ANTIMG width-obs="490"
src="images/160s.jpg" alt="<i>Painted by Jennie Harbour</i>" /></SPAN>
<p><i>Painted by Jennie Harbour</i></p>LITTLE RED RIDING
HOOD</div>
<p>The grandmother lived far away in the wood, a long walk from
the village, and as Little Red Riding Hood came among the trees
she met a wolf; but she did not know what a wicked animal it
was, and so she was not at all frightened. "Good-morning,
Little Red Riding Hood," he said.</p>
<p>"Thank you, Mr. Wolf," she said.</p>
<p>"Where are you going so early, Little Red Riding Hood?"</p>
<p>"To my grandmother's," she answered.</p>
<p>"And what are you carrying under your apron?"</p>
<p>"Some wine and meat," she replied. "We baked the meat
yesterday, so that grandmother, who is very weak, might have a
nice strengthening meal."</p>
<p>"And where does your grandmother live?" asked the Wolf.</p>
<p>"Oh, quite twenty minutes' walk further in the forest. The
cottage stands under three great oak trees; and close by are
some nut bushes, by which you will at once know it."</p>
<p>The wolf was thinking to himself, "She is a nice tender
thing, and will taste better than the old woman; I must act
cleverly, that I may make a meal of both."</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="474" src="images/044.png" alt="WHERE ARE YOU GOING SO EARLY, LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD." />
<br/>
"WHERE ARE YOU GOING SO EARLY, LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD."</div>
<p>Presently he came up again to Little Red Riding Hood and
said. "Just look at the beautiful flowers which grow near you;
why do you not look about you? I believe you don't hear how
sweetly the birds are singing. You walk as if you were going to
school; see how cheerful everything is around you in the
forest."</p>
<p>And Little Red Riding Hood opened her eyes; and when she saw
how the sunbeams glanced and danced through the trees, and what
bright flowers were blooming in her path, she thought, "If I
take my grandmother a fresh nosegay she will be much pleased;
and it is so very early that I can, even then, get there in
good time:" and running into the forest she looked about for
flowers. But when she had once begun she did not know how to
leave off, and kept going <!-- page contained image-->
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page45" id="page45"></SPAN></span> deeper and deeper among the
trees looking for some still more beautiful flower. The
Wolf, however, ran straight to the house of the old
grandmother, and knocked at the door.</p>
<p>"Who's that?" asked the old lady.</p>
<p>"Only little Red Riding Hood, bringing you some meat and
wine; please open the door," answered the Wolf.</p>
<p>"Lift up the latch," cried the grandmother; "I am much too
ill to get up myself."</p>
<p>So the Wolf lifted the latch, and the door flew open; and
without a word he jumped on to the bed and gobbled up the poor
old lady. Then he put on her clothes, and tied her night-cap
over his head; got into the bed, and drew the blankets over
him.</p>
<p>All this time Red Riding Hood was gathering flowers; and
when she had picked as many as she could carry, she thought of
her grandmother, and hurried to the cottage. She wondered very
much to find the door open; and when she got into the room, she
began to feel very ill, and exclaimed, "How sad I feel! I wish
I had not come to-day." Then she said, "Good morning," but
received no reply; so she went up to the bed, and drew back the
curtains, and there lay her grandmother as she imagined, with
the cap drawn half over her eyes and looking very fierce.</p>
<p>"Oh, grandmother, what great ears you have!"</p>
<p>"All the better to hear you with," was the reply.</p>
<p>"And what great eyes you have!"</p>
<p>"All the better to see you with."</p>
<p>"And what great hands you have!"</p>
<p>"All the better to touch you with."</p>
<p>"But, grandmother, what very great teeth you have!"</p>
<p>"All the better to eat you with;" and hardly were the words
spoken when the Wolf made a jump out of bed and swallowed down
poor Little Red Riding Hood also.</p>
<p>As soon as he had thus satisfied his hunger, he laid himself
down again on the bed, and went to sleep and snored very
loudly. A huntsman passing by overheard him, and said, "How
loudly that old woman snores! I must see if anything is the
matter."</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page46" id="page46"></SPAN></span>
<p>So he went into the cottage; and when he came to the bed, he
saw the Wolf sleeping in it.</p>
<p>"What! are you here, you old rascal? I have been looking for
you," exclaimed he; and taking up his gun, he shot the old Wolf
through the head.</p>
<p>But it is also said that the story ends in a different
manner; for that one day, when Red Riding Hood was taking some
presents to her grandmother, a Wolf met her, and wanted to
mislead her; but she went straight on, and told her grandmother
that she had met a Wolf, who said good-day; but he looked so
hungrily out of his great eyes, as if he would have eaten her
up had she not been on the high road.</p>
<p>So her grandmother said, "We will shut the door, and then he
cannot get in."</p>
<p>Soon after, up came the Wolf, who tapped, and exclaimed, "I
am Little Red Riding Hood, grandmother; I have some roast meat
for you." But they kept quite quiet, and did not open the door;
so the Wolf, after looking several times round the house, at
last jumped on to the roof, thinking to wait till Red Riding
Hood went home in the evening, and then to creep after her and
eat her in the darkness.</p>
<p>The old woman, however, saw what the villain intended. There
stood before the door a large stone trough, and she said to
Little Red Riding Hood, "Take this bucket, dear: yesterday I
boiled some meat in this water, now pour it into the stone
trough." Then the Wolf sniffed the smell of the meat, and his
mouth watered, and he wished very much to taste.</p>
<p>At last he stretched his neck too far over, so that he lost
his balance, and fell down from the roof, right into the great
trough below, and there he was
drowned.</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page47" id="page47"></SPAN></span>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="464" src="images/047.png" alt="WITHOUT A WORD HE JUMPED ON TO THE BED AND GOBBLED UP THE POOR OLD LADY." />
<br/>
"WITHOUT A WORD HE JUMPED ON TO THE BED AND GOBBLED UP THE
POOR OLD LADY."</div>
<br/>
<br/>
<hr />
<br/>
<br/>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page48" id="page48"></SPAN></span>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="600" src="images/048.png" alt="Coach and horses" /></div>
<h2>THE WHITE FAWN</h2>
<p>There was once upon a time a King and Queen who were
perfectly happy, with one exception, and that was that they had
no child.</p>
<p>One day when the Queen was staying in a watering-place, some
distance from home, she was sitting by a fountain alone, sadly
thinking of the daughter she longed to have, when she perceived
a crab coming in her direction, who, to the Queen's surprise,
addressed her thus:</p>
<p>"Great Queen, if you will condescend to be conducted by a
humble crab, I will lead you to a Fairies' palace and your wish
shall be fulfilled."</p>
<p>"I would certainly come with you," replied the Queen, "but I
am afraid that I cannot walk backwards."</p>
<p>The crab smiled, and transforming herself into a beautiful
little old woman, said:</p>
<p>"Now, madam, it is not necessary to go backwards. Come with
me, and I beg of you to look upon me as your friend." She then
escorted the Queen to the most magnificent palace that could
possibly be imagined, it was built entirely of diamonds.</p>
<p>In this superb place dwelt six Fairies who received the
Queen with the greatest respect, and each one presented her
with a flower made of precious stones—a rose, tulip, an
anemone, a columbine, a violet, and a carnation.</p>
<p>"Madam," they said, "we have pleasure in telling you that
soon <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page49" id="page49"></SPAN></span> you will have a daughter whom
you will name Desirée. Directly she arrives, do not fail to
call upon us, for we will bestow all sorts of good gifts
upon her. You have only to hold this bouquet, and mention
each flower, thinking of us, and be assured that we shall at
once appear in your chamber."</p>
<p>The Queen, transported with joy, and overcome with
gratitude, threw herself upon their necks, and warmly embraced
them; she then spent several hours admiring the wonders of the
palace and its gardens, and it was not until evening that she
returned to her attendants, who were in a serious state of
anxiety at the prolonged absence of Her Majesty.</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="600" src="images/049.png" alt="Attending to Royalty" /></div>
<p>Not very long afterwards, when the Queen was once more at
home in her Royal Palace, a baby Princess was born, whom she
named Desirée. Then taking the bouquet into her hand, the
Queen, one by one, pronounced the names of the flowers, when
there immediately appeared, flying through the air in elegant
chariots drawn by <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page50" id="page50"></SPAN></span> different kinds of birds, the
six Fairies who entered the apartment, bearing beautiful
presents for the little baby. Marvellously fine linen, but
so strong that it could be worn a hundred years without
going into holes, lace of the finest, with the history of
the world worked into its pattern, toys of all descriptions
that a child would love to play with, and a cradle
ornamented with rubies and diamonds, and supported by four
Cupids ready to rock it should the baby cry. But, best of
all, the Fairies endowed the little Princess with beauty,
and virtue, and health, and every good thing that could be
desired.</p>
<p>The Queen was thanking the Fairies a thousand times for all
their favours, when the door opened, and a crab appeared.</p>
<p>"Ungrateful Queen," said the crab, "you have not deigned to
remember me, the Fairy of the Fountain; and to punish your
ingratitude, if the Princess sees daylight before she is
fifteen years old, she will have cause to repent it, and it may
cost her her life. It was well I took the form of a crab, for
your friendship instead of advancing has gone backwards." Then
in spite of all the Queen and the Fairies could say, the crab
went backwards out of the door, leaving them in the saddest
consternation, and it was long before they could decide what
was best to be done.</p>
<p>Then, with three waves of a wand, the Fairies caused a high
tower to spring up; it had neither door nor window, an
underground passage was made, through which everything
necessary could be carried, and in this tower the little
Princess was shut up and there she lived by candlelight, where
never a glimpse of the sun could come.</p>
<p>When the Princess Desirée was fourteen years old, the Queen
had her portrait painted, and copies of it were carried to all
the Courts in the world. All the Princes admired it greatly,
but there was one Prince, named Guerrier, who loved it above
everything; he used to stand before the picture and avow his
passion, just as if it heard what he said, and at last he told
the King, his father.</p>
<p>"You have resolved that I shall marry the Princess Noire,
but this I can never do, so great is my love for the Princess
Desirée."</p>
<p>"But where have you seen her?" enquired the King.</p>
<p>The Prince hastened to fetch her portrait, and the King was
so <!--page contained image-->
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page52" id="page52"></SPAN></span> greatly struck by Desirée's
beauty that he agreed to follow his son's wishes and break
off his engagement with the Princess Noire, that he might
wed the Princess Desirée. So the King despatched as
ambassador a rich young lord named Bécafigue.</p>
<p>Bécafigue was devoted to Prince Guerrier, and he fitted out
a most splendid retinue to visit the Princess Desirée's Court.
Besides numerous magnificent presents, Bécafigue took with him
the Prince's portrait, which had been painted by such a clever
artist that it would speak; it could not exactly answer
questions, but could make certain remarks. It was truly a
speaking likeness of the young Prince. Desirée's father and
mother were delighted when they heard that the Prince Guerrier
was seeking their daughter's hand in marriage, for they knew
him to be a brave and noble young man. But as it still wanted
three months to the Princess's fifteenth year, warned by the
Fairy Tulip, who had taken Desirée under her special care, they
refused to let him see their daughter or to let her yet marry
the Prince Guerrier, but they showed her the Prince's portrait,
with which she was greatly pleased, and particularly when it
said, "Lovely Desirée, you cannot imagine how ardently I am
waiting for you; come soon into our Court to make it beautiful
by your presence."</p>
<div class="figleft"
style="width:70%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="400" src="images/052.png" alt="Ugly Royalty" /></div>
<p>When Prince Guerrier saw the ambassador return without
Desirée, he was so terribly disappointed that he could neither
eat nor sleep, and before long fell dangerously ill.</p>
<p>Meanwhile Desirée had no less pleasure in looking at the
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page53" id="page53"></SPAN></span> Prince's portrait than he had
had admiring hers, and this was soon discovered by those
around her, and among others Giroflée and Longue Epine, her
maids of honour. Giroflée loved her passionately and
faithfully, but Longue Epine was full of envy of the
Princess who was so good and beautiful, and, besides Longue
Epine, Desirée had another enemy, and that was the Princess
Noire, to whom Prince Guerrier had been betrothed. This
Princess Noire now went to the Fairy of the Fountain, who
was her best friend, and begged her to take revenge upon
Princess Desirée, and this the Fairy promised to do.
Meanwhile once more Bécafigue came to the capital where
Desirée's father lived, and throwing himself at the King's
feet, besought him in most touching words to let his
daughter go with him at once to the Prince, who would surely
die if he could not behold her.</p>
<p>When Princess Desirée heard of the Prince's illness, she
suggested that she should set out without delay, but in a dark
carriage, that only at night should be opened to give her food.
This plan was approved of; the ambassador was told, and he
departed full of joy. So in a carriage like a large dark box,
shut up with her Lady in Waiting and her two Maids of Honour,
Giroflée and Longue Epine, Princess Desirée departed for Prince
Guerrier's Court.</p>
<p>Perhaps you will remember that Longue Epine did not like
Princess Desirée, but she greatly admired Prince Guerrier, for
she had seen his portrait speaking, and she had told her
mother, the Lady in Waiting, that she should die if he married
Desirée.</p>
<p>The King and Queen had begged the Lady in Waiting to take
the greatest of care of their dear daughter, and above all to
be heedful that she did not see the light of day until her
fifteenth birthday, saying that the ambassador had promised
that until then she should be placed where there was no other
light than that of candles. But now as they drew near their
destination, while it was broad daylight the wicked woman,
urged by her envious daughter, Longue Epine, all at once took a
large knife which she had brought for the purpose, and with it
cut the covering of the carriage.</p>
<p>Then, for the first time, the Princess Desirée saw the light
of <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page54" id="page54"></SPAN></span> day!!! Hardly had she
perceived it when, uttering a deep sigh, she threw herself
from the carriage, and in the form of a white fawn fleetly
fled into a forest near by.</p>
<p>The Fairy of the Fountain, who was the cause of this
disaster seeing that all who were accompanying the Princess
were about to hasten to the town to tell the Prince Guerrier
what had happened, called up a great thunderstorm and scattered
them in every direction. Only the Lady in Waiting, Longue Epine
and Giroflée were left, Giroflée, who ran after her mistress,
making the trees and rocks echo with her mournful calls. Then
Longue Epine clothed herself in the rich bridal robes provided
for Desirée. She placed the crown upon her head, the sceptre
and orb she carried in her hands, so that all should take her
for the Princess. With her mother bearing her train she gravely
walked in the direction of the town.</p>
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style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="475" src="images/051.png" alt="A GREAT THUNDERSTORM SCATTERED THEM IN EVERY DIRECTION." />
<br/>
"A GREAT THUNDERSTORM SCATTERED THEM IN EVERY DIRECTION."</div>
<p>They had not gone far when a brilliant procession came
towards them, amongst whom was the sick Prince in a litter, and
to those in advance Longue Epine announced that she was the
Princess Desirée, with her Lady in Waiting, but that a jealous
Fairy had sent a thunderstorm which had destroyed her carriage
and scattered her other attendants. When the Prince was told of
this, he could not refrain from saying to the messengers: "Now
acknowledge, is she not truly a miracle of beauty, a Princess
beyond compare?"</p>
<p>No one replied at first, and then one of the boldest
said,</p>
<p>"Sir, you will see; apparently the fatigue of the journey
has somewhat changed her." The Prince was surprised, but when
he saw Longue Epine words fail to express what he felt.</p>
<p>She was so tall that it was alarming, and the garments of
the Princess hardly came to her knees. She was frightfully
thin, and her nose, which was more hooked than a parrot's beak,
shone like a danger signal. Then her teeth were black and
uneven, and, in fact, she was as ugly as Desirée was
beautiful.</p>
<p>At first the Prince could not speak a word, he simply gazed
at her in amazement. Then he said, turning to his father, "We
have been deceived, that portrait was painted to mislead us. It
will be the death of
me."</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page55" id="page55"></SPAN></span>
<p>"What do I hear, they have deceived you," fiercely exclaimed
Longue Epine.</p>
<p>"It is not to be wondered at," remarked the King, "that your
father kept such a treasure shut up for fifteen years."</p>
<p>Then he and the Prince turned towards the town, and the
false Princess and the Lady in Waiting, without any ceremony,
were mounted each behind a soldier and taken to be shut up in a
castle.</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<SPAN href="images/161.jpg"
name="fig161s" id="fig161s"><ANTIMG width-obs="477"
src="images/161s.jpg" alt="THE WHITE FAWN" /></SPAN>
<p><i>Painted by Jennie Harbour</i></p>THE WHITE FAWN</div>
<p>Soon after his terrible disappointment, Prince Guerrier,
unable to bear any longer the life at court, secretly departed
from the palace with his faithful friend Bécafigue, leaving a
letter for his father saying he would return to him as soon as
his mind was in a happier state, and begging him meanwhile to
keep the ugly Princess prisoner, and think of some revenge upon
the deceitful king, her father.</p>
<p>After three or four days' journeying, the wanderers found
themselves in a thick forest. Quite wearied out, the Prince
threw himself upon the ground, while Bécafigue went on further
in search of fruit wherewith to refresh his royal master.</p>
<p>It is a long time since we left the White Fawn, that is to
say the charming Princess.</p>
<p>Very desolately she wept when in a stream she saw her figure
reflected, and when night came she was in great fear, for she
heard wild beasts about her, and sometimes forgetting she was a
fawn she would try to climb a tree. But with morning dawn she
felt a little safer, and the sun appeared a marvellous sight to
her from which she could hardly turn her eyes. But now the
Fairy Tulip, who had always loved the Princess guided
Giroflée's feet in her direction, and when the White Fawn saw
her faithful Maid of Honour her delight was boundless.</p>
<p>It did not take Giroflée long to discover that this was her
dearly-loved mistress, and she promised the White Fawn never to
forsake her, for she found she could hear all that was said
although she could not speak. Towards night the fear of having
no shelter made the two friends so dreadfully dismayed that the
Fairy Tulip suddenly appeared before them.</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="600" src="images/056.png" alt="Prince and Fawn" /></div>
<p>"I am not going to scold you," she said, "although it is
through <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page56" id="page56"></SPAN></span> not following my advice that
you are in this misfortune, for it goes to my heart to see
you thus. I cannot release you altogether from this
enchantment, but I have power to shorten the time, and also
to say that during the night you may regain your rightful
form, but by day again must you run through the forest as a
Fawn." The fairy also told them where they could find a
little hut in which to pass the nights. Then she
disappeared. Giroflée and the Fawn walked in the direction
the Fairy had pointed out, and arrived at a neat little
cottage where an old woman showed them a room which they
could occupy.</p>
<p>As soon as it was night Desirée came to her rightful form,
but when day appeared she was once more a Fawn and, escaping
into the thicket, commenced to run about in the ordinary
way.</p>
<p>You have heard how Prince Guerrier rested in the forest
while Bécafigue searched for fruit; quite late in the evening
Bécafigue arrived at the cottage of the good woman who had
given shelter to Giroflée and the White Fawn. He addressed her
politely and asked <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page57" id="page57"></SPAN></span> for the things he required
for his master. She hastened to fill a basket, and gave it
to him, saying, "I fear that if you pass a night without
shelter some harm may come to you. I can offer you a poor
one, but at any rate it is secure from the lions."</p>
<p>Bécafigue went back to the Prince and together they returned
to the cottage, where they were led into the room next to that
occupied by the Princess.</p>
<p>Next morning the Prince arose early and went out; he had not
long been in the forest when he saw a beautiful little Fawn.
Hunting had ever been his favourite pastime, and now he pursued
the little creature. All day long hither and thither he chased,
but did not succeed in capturing her, and as evening fell the
Fawn slipped away and gained the little hut where Giroflée
anxiously awaited her, and on hearing her adventure the Maid of
Honour told her she must never again venture out, but the
Princess replied:</p>
<p>"It is no use talking thus, when I am a Fawn this room is
stifling to me and I must depart from it."</p>
<p>The next day the young Prince sought in vain for the White
Fawn, and finally tired out threw himself upon the grass and
fell asleep.</p>
<p>While he lay there the little Fawn drew near and looking at
him quietly, to her astonishment she recognised his features as
those of the Prince Guerrier. Coming nearer and nearer she
presently touched him and he awoke.</p>
<p>His surprise was great at seeing close by the shy little
Fawn, who stayed not an instant longer but fled away, the
Prince following.</p>
<p>"Stay, dear little Fawn," he cried, "I would not hurt you
for the world." But the wind carried off the words before they
reached her ears. Long he chased the poor creature, till at
last worn out the Fawn sank down on the ground and the Prince
came up to her.</p>
<p>"Beautiful Fawn," said he, "do not fear me, I shall lead you
with me everywhere." Then he covered her with roses and fed her
with the choicest leaves and grasses.</p>
<p>But as evening drew near the Fawn longed to escape, for what
would happen should she suddenly change into a Princess there
in <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page58" id="page58"></SPAN></span> the forest. Presently the
Prince went to fetch some water for her, and while he was
gone she ran homewards. The next day for a long time she hid
from the Prince, but at last he found her, and as she dashed
off he shot an arrow which wounded her in the leg.</p>
<p>Sad that he should have done so cruel a thing, the Prince
took herbs and laid them upon the wound, and at last he went to
fetch Bécafigue to help him carry her to the house. He tied her
to a tree.</p>
<p>Alas! Who would have thought that the most beautiful
Princess in the world would be treated thus? While she was
straining at the ribbons trying to break them, Giroflée
arrived, and was leading her away when the Prince met them and
claimed the Fawn as his.</p>
<p>"Sir," politely replied Giroflée, "the Fawn was mine before
it was yours," and she spoke to the Fawn, and the Fawn obeyed
her in such a way that the Prince could not doubt that what she
said was true. Giroflée then went on, and, to the surprise of
the Prince and Bécafigue, entered the old woman's house where
they themselves lodged. Then Bécafigue told the Prince that
unless he was much mistaken the owner of the Fawn had lived
with the Princess Desirée when he went there as ambassador.</p>
<p>"I mean to see her again," said Bécafigue, "there is only a
partition between her room and ours." And soon he had made a
hole large enough to peep through, and through it he saw the
charming Princess dressed in a robe of brocaded silver, with
flowers embroidered in gold and emeralds, her hair falling in
heavy masses on the most beautiful neck in the world. Giroflée
was on her knees before her, bandaging up one arm from which
the blood was flowing. They both seemed greatly concerned about
the wound: "Let me die," the Princess was saying, "death would
be better than the life which I lead. To be a Fawn all the day,
to hear him speaking, and not to be able to tell him of my sad
fate."</p>
<p>One can guess the astonishment of Bécafigue and of the
Prince. Guerrier would almost have died of pleasure had he not
thought that it must be some enchantment, for did he not know
that Desirée and her Lady in Waiting were shut up in the
castle.</p>
<p>He went softly and knocked at the chamber door, which
Giroflée <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page59" id="page59"></SPAN></span> opened, thinking it was the
old woman, for she required help for the wounded arm.</p>
<p>The Prince entered, threw himself at Desirée's feet, and
found she was indeed his Princess.</p>
<p>Great was their joy thus at last meeting, and while they
were talking to each other the night passed, and the day
dawned, and daylight came, and the morning sun shone brightly
before Desirée had time to notice that she had not again taken
the shape of a Fawn, but was her own beautiful self.</p>
<p>Then it was found that it was the Fairy Tulip in disguise of
the old woman who had provided that sheltering cottage in the
forest.</p>
<p>The joy of the King upon once more seeing his son can well
be imagined, and the marriage of the Prince and Desirée, and
Bécafigue and Giroflée took place on the same day, the Fairies
giving their diamond palace as their wedding present to
Princess Desirée, and Fairy Tulip presenting four gold mines in
the Indies to Giroflée.</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="400" src="images/059.png" alt="Prince kneeling near Princess" /></div>
<p>And, in accordance with the wish of Princess Desirée, Longue
Epine and her mother, the false Lady in Waiting, were set at
liberty.</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page60" id="page60"></SPAN></span> <br/>
<br/>
<br/>
<br/>
<div class="figleft"
style="width:60%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="350" src="images/060.png" alt="Hansel and Grethel" /></div>
<h2>HANSEL AND GRETHEL</h2>
<p>Once upon a time there dwelt near a large wood a poor wood
cutter, with his wife, and two children by his former marriage,
a little boy called Hansel, and a girl named Grethel. He had
little enough to break or bite; and once, when there was a
great famine in the land, he could hardly procure even his
daily bread; and as he lay thinking in his bed one night, he
sighed, and said to his wife, "What will become of us? How can
we feed our children, when we have no more than we can eat
ourselves?"</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page61" id="page61"></SPAN></span>
<p>"Know then, my husband," answered she, "we will lead them
away, quite early in the morning, into the thickest part of the
wood, and there make them a fire, and give them each a little
piece of bread, then we will go to our work, and leave them
alone, so they will not find the way home again, and we shall
be freed from them."</p>
<p>"No, wife," replied he, "that I can never do; how can you
bring your heart to leave my children all alone in the wood;
for the wild beasts will soon come and tear them to
pieces?"</p>
<p>"Oh, you simpleton!" said she, "then we must all four die of
hunger; you had better plane the coffins for us." But she left
him no peace till he consented, saying, "Ah, but I shall miss
the poor children."</p>
<p>The two children, however, had not gone to sleep, for very
hunger, and so they overheard what the stepmother said to their
father. Grethel wept bitterly, and said to Hansel, "What will
become of us?"</p>
<p>"Be quiet, Grethel," said he; "do not cry—I will help
you." And as soon as their parents had gone to sleep, he got
up, put on his coat, and, unbarring the back door, went out.
The moon shone brightly, and the white pebbles which lay before
the door seemed like silver pieces, they glittered so brightly.
Hansel stooped down, and put as many into his pocket as it
would hold; and then going back he said to Grethel, "Be of good
cheer, dear sister, and sleep in peace; God will not forsake
us." And so saying, he went to bed again.</p>
<p>The next morning, before the sun arose, the wife went and
awoke the two children. "Get up, you lazy things; we are going
into the forest to chop wood." Then she gave them each a piece
of bread, saying, "There is something for your dinner; do not
eat it before the time, for you will get nothing else." Grethel
took the bread in her apron, for Hansel's pocket was full of
pebbles; and so they all set out upon their way. When they had
gone a little distance, Hansel stood still, and peeped back at
the house; and this he repeated several times, till his father
said, "Hansel, what are you looking at, and why do you lag
behind? Take care, and remember your
legs."</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page62" id="page62"></SPAN></span>
<p>"Ah, father," said Hansel, "I am looking at my white cat
sitting upon the roof of the house, and trying to say
good-bye."</p>
<p>"You simpleton!" said the wife, "that is not a cat; it is
only the sun shining on the white chimney." But in reality
Hansel was not looking at a cat; but every time he stopped, he
dropped a pebble out of his pocket upon the path.</p>
<p>When they came to the middle of the forest, the father told
the children to collect wood, and he would make them a fire, so
that they should not be cold. So Hansel and Grethel gathered
together quite a little mount of twigs. Then they set fire to
them; and as the flame burnt up high, the wife said, "Now, you
children, lie down near the fire, and rest yourselves, whilst
we go into the forest and chop more wood; when we are ready we
will come and call you."</p>
<p>Hansel and Grethel sat down by the fire, and when it was
noon, each ate the piece of bread; and because they could hear
the blows of an axe they thought their father was near; but it
was not an axe, but a branch which he had bound to an old tree,
so as to be blown to and fro by the wind. They waited so long,
that at last their eyes closed from weariness, and they fell
fast asleep. When they awoke, it was quite dark, and Grethel
began to cry. "How shall we get out of the wood?" But Hansel
tried to comfort her by saying, "Wait a little while till the
moon rises, and then we will quickly find the way." The moon
shone forth, and Hansel, taking his sister's hand, followed the
pebbles, which glittered like new-coined silver pieces, and
showed them the way. All night long they walked on, and as day
broke they came to their father's house. They knocked at the
door, and when the wife opened it, and saw Hansel and Grethel,
she exclaimed, "You wicked children! Why did you sleep so long
in the wood? We thought you were never coming home again." But
their father was extremely glad, for it had grieved his heart
to leave them all alone.</p>
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style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="477" src="images/063.png" alt="HANSEL AND GRETHEL SAT DOWN BY THE FIRE." /><br/>
"HANSEL AND GRETHEL SAT DOWN BY THE FIRE."</div>
<p>Not long afterwards there was again great scarcity in every
corner of the land; and one night the children overheard their
mother saying to their father, "Everything is once more
consumed; we have only half a loaf left, and then the song is
ended: the children <!--page 63 contained image-->
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page64" id="page64"></SPAN></span> must be sent away. We will
take them deeper into the wood, so that they may not find
the way out again; it is the only means of escape for
us."</p>
<p>But her husband felt heavy at heart, and thought, "It were
better to share the last crust with the children." His wife,
however, would listen to nothing that he said, and scolded and
reproached him without end.</p>
<p>He who says A must say B too; and he who consents the first
time must also the second.</p>
<p>The children, however, had heard the conversation as they
lay awake, and as soon as their parents went to sleep Hansel
got up, intending to pick up some pebbles as before; but the
wife had locked the door, so that he could not get out.
Nevertheless he comforted Grethel, saying, "Do not weep; sleep
in quiet; the good God will not forsake us."</p>
<p>Early in the morning the stepmother came and pulled them out
of bed, and gave them each a slice of bread, which was still
smaller than the former piece. On the way Hansel broke his in
his pocket, and stopping every now and then, dropped a crumb
upon the path. "Hansel, why do you stop and look about?" said
the father, "keep in the path." "I am looking at my little
dove," answered Hansel, "nodding a good-bye to me."
"Simpleton!" said the wife, "that is no dove, but only the sun
shining on the chimney." But Hansel kept still dropping crumbs
as he went along.</p>
<p>The mother led the children deep into the wood, where they
had never been before, and there making a gigantic fire, she
said to them, "Sit down here and rest, and when you feel tired
you can sleep for a little while. We are going into the forest
to hew wood, and in the evening, when we are ready, we will
come and fetch you again."</p>
<p>When noon came, Grethel shared her bread with Hansel, who
had strewn his on the path. They then went to sleep; but the
evening arrived and no one came to visit the poor children, and
in the dark night they awoke, and Hansel comforted his sister
by saying, "Only wait, Grethel, till the moon comes out, then
we shall see <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page65" id="page65"></SPAN></span> the crumbs of bread which I
have dropped, and they will show us the way home." The moon
shone and they got up, but they could not see any crumbs,
for the thousands of birds which had been flying about in
the woods and fields had picked them all up. Hansel kept
saying to Grethel, "We will soon find the way;" but they did
not, and they walked the whole night long and the next day,
but still they did not come out of the wood; and they got
very hungry, for they had nothing to eat but the berries
which they found upon the bushes. Soon they were so tired
that they could not drag themselves along, then they lay
down under a tree and again went to sleep.</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<SPAN href="images/162.jpg"
name="fig162s" id="fig162s"><ANTIMG width-obs="480"
src="images/162s.jpg" alt="HANSEL AND GRETHEL" /></SPAN>
<p><i>Painted by Jennie Harbour</i></p>HANSEL AND GRETHEL</div>
<p>It was now the third morning since they had left their
father's house, and they still walked on; but they only got
deeper, and deeper, and deeper into the wood, and Hansel felt
that if help did not come very soon they must die of hunger. As
soon as it was noon they saw a beautiful, snow-white bird
sitting upon a bough, singing so sweetly that they stood still
and listened to it. It soon ceased, and spreading its wings
flew off; and they followed it until it arrived at a cottage,
upon the roof of which it perched; and when they went close up
to it they saw that the cottage was made of bread and cakes,
and the window-panes were of clear sugar.</p>
<p>"We will go in here," said Hansel, "and have a glorious
feast. I will eat a piece of the roof, and you can eat the
window. Will they not be sweet?" So Hansel reached up and broke
a piece off the roof, in order to see how it tasted; while
Grethel stepped up to the window and began to bite it. Then a
sweet voice called out in the room, "Tip-tap, tip-tap, who
knocks at my door?" and the children answered, "The wind, the
wind, the child of heaven;" and they went on eating without
interruption. Hansel thought the roof tasted very nice, and so
he tore off a great piece; while Grethel broke a large round
pane out of the window, and sat down quite contentedly. Just
then the door opened, and a very old woman, walking upon
crutches, came out. Hansel and Grethel were so much frightened
that they let fall what they had in their hands; but the old
woman nodding her head, said, "Ah, you dear children, what has
brought you here? Come in and stop with me, and no harm
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page66" id="page66"></SPAN></span> shall come to you;" and so
saying she took them both by the hand, and led them into her
cottage. A good meal of milk and pancakes, with sugar,
apples and nuts, was spread on the table, and in the back
room were two nice little beds, covered with white, where
Hansel and Grethel laid themselves down, and were happy as
could be. The old woman behaved very kindly to them, but in
reality she was a wicked old witch who way-laid children,
and built the breadhouse in order to entice them in; but as
soon as they were in her power she killed them, cooked and
ate them, and made a great festival of the day. Witches have
red eyes, and cannot see very far; but they have a fine
sense of smelling, like wild beasts, so that they know when
children approach them. When Hansel and Grethel came near
the witch's house she laughed wickedly, saying, "Here come
two who shall not escape me." And early in the morning,
before they awoke, she went up to them, and saw how lovingly
they lay sleeping, with their chubby red cheeks; and she
mumbled to herself, "That will be a good bite." Then she
took up Hansel with her rough hand, and shut him up in a
little cage with a lattice-door; and although he screamed
loudly it was of no use. Grethel came next, and shaking her
till she awoke, she said, "Get up, you lazy brat, and fetch
some water to cook something good for your brother, who must
remain in that stall and get fat; and when he is fat enough
I shall eat him." Grethel began to cry, but it was all
useless, for the old witch made her do as she wanted. So a
nice meal was cooked for Hansel, but Grethel got nothing
else but a crab's claw.</p>
<p>Every morning the old witch came to the cage and said,
"Hansel, stretch out your finger that I may feel whether you
are getting fat." But Hansel used to stretch out a bone, and
the old woman, having very bad sight, thought it was his
finger, and wondered very much why he did not get fat. When
four weeks had passed, and Hansel still kept quite lean, she
lost all her patience, and would not wait any longer.
"Grethel," she cried in a passion, "get some water quickly; be
Hansel fat or lean, this morning I will kill and cook him." Oh,
how the poor little sister grieved, as she was forced to fetch
the water, and fast the tears ran down her cheeks! "Dear good
God, <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page67" id="page67"></SPAN></span> help us now!" she prayed.
"Had we only been eaten by the wild beasts in the wood, then
we should have died together." But the old witch called out,
"Leave off that noise; it will not help you a bit."</p>
<div class="figright"
style="width:50%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="350" src="images/067.png" alt="The witch" /></div>
<p>So early in the morning Grethel was compelled to go out and
fill the kettle, and make a fire. "First, we will bake,
however," said the old woman; "I have already heated the oven
and kneaded the dough;" and so saying, she pushed poor Grethel
up to the oven, out of which the flames were burning fiercely.
"Creep in," said the witch, "and see if it is hot enough, and
then we will put in the bread," but she intended when Grethel
got in, to shut up the oven and let her bake, so that she might
eat her as well as Hansel. Grethel perceived her wicked
thoughts and said, "I do not know how to do it; how shall I get
in?" "You stupid goose," said she, "the opening is big enough.
See, I could even get in myself!" and she got up, and put her
head into the oven. Then Grethel gave her a push, so that she
fell right in, and shutting the iron door bolted it. Oh! how
horribly the witch howled; but Grethel ran away, and left her
to burn to ashes.</p>
<p>Now she ran to Hansel, and, opening the door, called out,
"Hansel we are saved; the old witch is dead?"</p>
<p>So he sprang out, like a bird from his cage when the door
was opened; and they were so glad that they fell upon each
other's neck, and kissed each other over and over again. And
now, as there was nothing to fear, they went back to the
witch's <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page68" id="page68"></SPAN></span> house, where in every corner
were caskets full of pearls and precious stones. "These are
better than pebbles," said Hansel, putting as many into his
pocket as it would hold; while Grethel thought, "I will take
some home too," and filled her apron full.</p>
<p>"We must be off now," said Hansel, "and get out of this
enchanted forest;" but when they had walked for two hours they
came to a large piece of water.</p>
<p>"We cannot get over," said Hansel; "I can see no bridge at
all." "And there is no boat either," said Grethel, "but there
swims a white duck, I will ask her to help us over;" and she
sang,</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Little Duck, good little Duck,</p>
<p class="i2">Grethel and Hansel, together we
stand;</p>
<p>There is neither stile nor bridge,</p>
<p class="i2">Take us on your back to land."</p>
</div>
</div>
<div class="figleft"
style="width:70%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="400" src="images/068.png" alt="Duck ferrying Grethel" /></div>
<p>So the Duck came to them, and Hansel sat himself on, and
bade his sister sit beside him. "No," replied Grethel, "that
will be too much for the Duck, she shall take us over one at a
time." This the good little bird did, and when both were
happily arrived on the other side, and had gone a little way,
they came to a well-known wood, which they knew the better
every step they went, and at last they perceived their father's
house. Then they began to run, and rushing into the house, they
fell upon their father's neck. He had not had one happy hour
since he had left the children in the forest; and his wife was
dead. Grethel shook her apron, and the pearls and precious
stones rolled out upon the floor, and Hansel threw down one
handful after the other out of his pocket. Then all their
sorrows were ended, and they lived together in great
happiness.</p>
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<hr />
<br/>
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<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page69" id="page69"></SPAN></span>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="600" src="images/069.png" alt="Reading to the children" /></div>
<h2>SNOW-WHITE AND ROSE-RED</h2>
<p>A poor widow once lived in a little cottage. In front of the
cottage was a garden, in which were growing two rose trees; one
of these bore white roses, and the other red.</p>
<p>She had two children, who resembled the rose trees. One was
called Snow-White, and the other Rose-Red; and they were as
religious and loving, busy and untiring, as any two children
ever were.</p>
<p>Snow-White was more gentle, and quieter than her sister, who
liked better skipping about the fields, seeking flowers, and
catching summer birds; while Snow-White stayed at home with her
mother, either helping her in her work, or, when that was done,
reading aloud.</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page70" id="page70"></SPAN></span>
<p>The two children had the greatest affection the one for the
other. They were always seen hand in hand; and should
Snow-White say to her sister, "We will never separate," the
other would reply, "Not while we live," the mother adding,
"That which one has, let her always share with the other."</p>
<p>They constantly ran together in the woods, collecting ripe
berries; but not a single animal would have injured them; quite
the reverse, they all felt the greatest esteem for the young
creatures. The hare came to eat parsley from their hands, the
deer grazed by their side, the stag bounded past them
unheeding; the birds, likewise, did not stir from the bough,
but sang in entire security. No mischance befell them; if
benighted in the wood, they lay down on the moss to repose and
sleep till the morning; and their mother was satisfied as to
their safety, and felt no fear about them.</p>
<p>Once, when they had spent the night in the wood, and the
bright sunrise awoke them, they saw a beautiful child, in a
snow-white robe, shining like diamonds, sitting close to the
spot where they had reposed. She arose when they opened their
eyes, and looked kindly at them; but said no word, and passed
from their sight into the wood. When the children looked around
they saw they had been sleeping on the edge of a precipice, and
would surely have fallen over if they had gone forward two
steps further in the darkness. Their mother said the beautiful
child must have been the angel who watches over good
children.</p>
<p>Snow-White and Rose-Red kept their mother's cottage so clean
that it gave pleasure only to look in. In summer-time Rose-Red
attended to the house, and every morning, before her mother
awoke, placed by her bed a bouquet which had in it a rose from
each of the rose-trees. In winter-time Snow-White set light to
the fire, and put on the kettle, after polishing it until it
was like gold for brightness. In the evening, when snow was
falling, her mother would bid her bolt the door, and then,
sitting by the hearth, the good widow would read aloud to them
from a big book while the little girls were spinning. Close by
them lay a lamb, and a white pigeon, with its head tucked under
its wing, was on a perch
behind.</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page71" id="page71"></SPAN></span>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="400" src="images/071.png" alt="Facing the Bear" /></div>
<p>One evening, as they were all sitting cosily together like
this, there was a knock at the door, as if someone wished to
come in.</p>
<p>"Make haste, Rose-Red!" said her mother; "open the door; it
is surely some traveller seeking shelter." Rose-Red accordingly
pulled back the bolt, expecting to see some poor man. But it
was nothing of the kind; it was a bear, that thrust his big
head in at the open door. Rose-Red cried out and sprang back,
the lamb bleated, the dove fluttered her wings and Snow-White
hid herself behind her mother's bed. The bear began speaking,
and said, "Do not be afraid: I will not do you any harm; I am
half-frozen, and would like to warm myself a little at your
fire."</p>
<p>"Poor bear!" the mother replied; "come in and lie by the
fire; only be careful that your hair is not burnt." Then she
called Snow-White and Rose-Red, telling them that the bear was
kind, and would not harm them. They came, as she bade them, and
presently the lamb and the dove drew near also without
fear.</p>
<p>"Children," begged the bear; "knock some of the snow off my
coat." So they brought the broom and brushed the bear's coat
quite clean.</p>
<p>After that he stretched himself out in front of the fire,
and pleased himself by growling a little, only to show that he
was happy and comfortable. Before long they were all quite good
friends, and the children began to play with their unlooked for
visitor, pulling his <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page72" id="page72"></SPAN></span> thick fur, or placing their
feet on his back, or rolling him over and over. Then they
took a slender hazel twig, using it upon his thick coat, and
they laughed when he growled. The bear permitted them to
amuse themselves in this way, only occasionally calling out,
when it went a little too far, "Children, spare me an inch
of life!"</p>
<div class="figleft"
style="width:60%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="400" src="images/072.png" alt="The bird above" /></div>
<p>When it was night, and all were making ready to go to bed,
the widow told the bear, "You may stay here and lie by the
hearth, if you like, so that you will be sheltered from the
cold and from the bad weather."</p>
<p>The offer was accepted, but when morning came, as the day
broke in the east, the two children let him out, and over the
snow he went back into the wood.</p>
<p>After this, every evening at the same time the bear came,
lay by the fire, and allowed the children to play with him; so
they became quite fond of their curious playmate, and the door
was not ever bolted in the evening until he had appeared.</p>
<p>When springtime came, and all around began to look green and
bright, one morning the bear said to Snow-White, "Now I must
leave you, and all the summer long I shall not be able to come
back."</p>
<p>"Where, then, are you going, dear bear?" asked Snow-White.
"I have to go to the woods to protect my treasure from the bad
dwarfs. In winter time when the earth is frozen hard, they must
remain underground, <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page73" id="page73"></SPAN></span> and cannot make their way
through; but now that the sunshine has thawed the earth they
can come to the surface, and whatever gets into their hands,
or is brought to their caves, seldom, if ever, again sees
daylight."</p>
<p>Snow-White was very sad when she said good-bye to the
good-natured beast, and unfastened the door, that he might go;
but in going out he was caught by a hook in the lintel, and a
scrap of his fur being torn, Snow-White thought there was
something shining like gold through the rent; but he went out
so quickly that she could not feel certain what it was, and
soon he was hidden among the trees.</p>
<p>One day the mother sent her children into the wood to pick
up sticks. They found a big tree lying on the ground. It had
been felled, and towards the roots they noticed something
skipping and springing, which they could not make out, as it
was sometimes hidden in the grasses. As they came nearer they
could see it was a dwarf, with a shrivelled up face and a
snow-white beard an ell long. The beard was fixed in a gash in
the tree trunk, and the tiny fellow was hopping to and fro,
like a dog at the end of a string, but he could not manage to
free himself. He stared at the children, with his red, fiery
eyes, and called out, "Why are you standing there? Can't you
come and try to help me?"</p>
<p>"What were you doing, little fellow?" enquired Rose-Red.</p>
<p>"Stupid, inquisitive goose!" replied the dwarf; "I meant to
split the trunk, so that I could chop it up for kitchen sticks;
big logs would burn up the small quantity of food we cook, for
people like us do not consume great heaps of food, as you
heavy, greedy folk do. The bill-hook I had driven in, and soon
I should have done what I required; but the tool suddenly
sprang from the cleft, which so quickly shut up again that it
caught my handsome white beard; and here I must stop, for I
cannot set myself free. You stupid, pale-faced creatures! You
laugh, do you?"</p>
<p>In spite of the dwarf's bad temper, the girls took all
possible pains to release the little man, but without avail;
the beard could not be moved, it was wedged too
tightly.</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page74" id="page74"></SPAN></span>
<p>"I will run and get someone else," said Rose-Red.</p>
<p>"Idiot!" cried the dwarf. "Who would go and get more people?
Already there are two too many. Can't you think of something
better?"</p>
<p>"Don't be so impatient," said Snow-White. "I will try to
think." She clapped her hands as if she had discovered a
remedy, took out her scissors, and in a moment set the dwarf
free by cutting off the end of his beard.</p>
<p>Immediately the dwarf felt that he was free he seized a
sackful of gold that was hidden among the tree roots, and,
lifting it up, grumbled out, "Clumsy creatures, to cut off a
bit of my beautiful beard, of which I am so proud! I leave the
cuckoos to pay you for what you did." Saying this, he swung the
sack across his shoulder and went off without even casting a
glance at the children.</p>
<p>Not long afterwards the two sisters went to angle in the
brook, meaning to catch fish for dinner. As they were drawing
near the water they perceived something, looking like a large
grasshopper, springing towards the stream, as if it were going
in. They hurried up to see what it might be, and found that it
was the dwarf. "Where are you going?" said Rose-Red. "Surely
you will not jump into the water?"</p>
<p>"I'm not such a simpleton as that!" yelled the little man.
"Don't you see that a wretch of a fish is pulling me in?"</p>
<p>The dwarf had been sitting angling from the side of the
stream when, by ill-luck, the wind had entangled his beard in
his line, and just afterwards a big fish taking the bait, the
unamiable little fellow had not sufficient strength to pull it
out; so the fish had the advantage, and was dragging the dwarf
after it. Certainly he caught at every stalk and spray near
him, but that did not assist him greatly; he was forced to
follow all the twistings of the fish, and was perpetually in
danger of being drawn into the brook.</p>
<p>The girls arrived just in time. They caught hold of him
firmly, and endeavoured to untwist his beard from the line, but
in vain; it was too tightly entangled. There was nothing left
but again to make use of the scissors; so they were taken out,
and the tangled portion was cut off.
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<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page76" id="page76"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>When the dwarf noticed what they were about, he exclaimed,
in a great rage, "Is this how you damage my beard? Not content
with making it shorter before, you are now making it still
smaller, and completely spoiling it. I shall not ever dare to
show my face to my friends. I wish you had missed your way
before you took this road." Then he fetched a sack of pearls
that lay among the rushes, and saying not another word, hobbled
off and disappeared behind a large stone.</p>
<p>Soon after this it chanced that the poor widow sent her
children to the town to purchase cotton, needles, ribbon and
tape. The way to the town ran over a common on which in every
direction large masses of rocks were scattered about. The
children's attention was soon attracted to a big bird that
hovered in the air. They remarked that after circling slowly
for a time, and gradually getting nearer to the ground, it all
of a sudden pounced down amongst a mass of rock. Instantly a
heart-rending cry reached their ears, and, running quickly to
the place, they saw, with horror, that the eagle had seized
their former acquaintance, the dwarf, and was just about to
carry him off. The kind children did not hesitate for an
instant. They took a firm hold of the little man, they strove
so stoutly with the eagle for possession of his contemplated
prey, that, after much rough treatment on both sides, the dwarf
was left in the hands of his brave little friends, and the
eagle took to flight.</p>
<p>As soon as the little man had in some measure recovered from
his alarm, his small, squeaky, cracked voice was heard saying,
"Couldn't you have held me more gently? See my little coat; you
have rent and damaged it in a fine manner, you clumsy,
officious things!" Then he picked up a sack of jewels, and
slipped out of sight behind a piece of rock.</p>
<p>The maidens by this time were quite used to his ungrateful,
ungracious ways; so they took no notice of it, but went on
their way, made their purchases, and then were ready to return
to their happy home.</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<SPAN href="images/163.jpg"
name="fig163s" id="fig163s"><ANTIMG width-obs="477"
src="images/163s.jpg" alt="SNOW-WHITE AND ROSE-RED" /></SPAN>
<p><i>Painted by Jennie Harbour</i></p>SNOW-WHITE AND
ROSE-RED</div>
<p>On their way back, suddenly, once more they ran across their
dwarf friend.</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page77" id="page77"></SPAN></span>
<p>Upon a clear space he had turned out his sack of jewels, so
that he could count and admire them, for he had not imagined
that anybody would at so late an hour be coming across the
common. The setting sun was shining upon the brilliant stones,
and their changing hues and sparkling rays caused the children
to pause to admire them also.</p>
<p>"What are you gazing at?" cried the dwarf, at the same time
becoming red with rage; "and what are you standing there for,
making ugly faces?"</p>
<p>It is probable that he might have proceeded in the same
complimentary manner, but suddenly a great growl was heard near
by them, and a big bear joined the party. Up jumped the dwarf
in extremest terror, but could not get to his hiding-place, the
bear was too close to him; so he cried out in very evident
anguish—</p>
<p>"Dear Mr. Bear, forgive me, I pray! I will render to you all
my treasure. Just see those precious stones lying there! Grant
me my life! What would you do with such an insignificant little
fellow? You would not notice me between your teeth. See,
though, those two children, they would be delicate morsels, and
are as plump as partridges; I beg of you to take them, good Mr.
Bear, and let me go."</p>
<p>But the bear would not be moved by his speeches. He gave the
ill-disposed creature a blow with his paw, and he lay lifeless
on the ground. Meanwhile, the maidens were running away, making
off for home as well as they could; but all of a sudden they
were stopped by a well-known voice that called out,
"Snow-White, Rose-Red, stay! Do not fear. I will accompany
you."</p>
<p>The bear quickly came towards them, but as he reached their
side, suddenly the bear-skin slipped to the ground, and there
before them was standing a handsome man, completely garmented
in gold, who said, "I am a king's son, who was enchanted by the
wicked dwarf lying over there. He stole my treasure, and
compelled me to roam the woods transformed into a big bear
until his death should set me free. Therefore he has only
received a well-deserved
punishment."</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page78" id="page78"></SPAN></span>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="477" src="images/075.png" alt="THE BEARSKIN SLIPPED TO THE GROUND." /><br/>
"THE BEARSKIN SLIPPED TO THE GROUND."</div>
<p>Then Rose-Red and Snow-White and the Prince all went back to
the cottage, and some time afterwards Snow-White married the
Prince, and Rose-Red, his brother, who shared between them the
enormous treasure which the dwarf had collected in his
cave.</p>
<p>The old mother spent many happy years with her children. The
two rose-trees she took with her when she left the cottage, and
they grew in front of her window, where they continued to bear
each year the most beautiful roses, red and white.</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:80%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="400" src="images/078.png" alt="doorway" /></div>
<br/>
<br/>
<hr />
<br/>
<br/>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page79" id="page79"></SPAN></span>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="600" src="images/079.png" alt="Fairies" /></div>
<h2>THE SLEEPING BEAUTY</h2>
<p>Once upon a time there lived a king and queen who had no
children; and this they lamented very much. But one day, as the
queen was walking by the side of the river, a little fish
lifted its head out of the water, and said, "Your wish shall be
fulfilled, and you shall soon have a daughter."</p>
<p>What the little fish had foretold soon came to pass; and the
Queen had a little girl who was so very beautiful that the king
could not cease looking on her for joy, and determined to hold
a great feast. So he invited not only his relations, friends,
and neighbours, but also all the fairies, that they might be
kind and good to his little daughter. Now there were thirteen
fairies in his kingdom, and he had only twelve golden dishes
for them to eat out of, so that he was obliged to leave one of
the fairies without an invitation. The rest came, and after the
feast was over they gave all their best gifts to the little
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page80" id="page80"></SPAN></span> princess; one gave her
virtue, another beauty, another riches, and so on till she
had all that was excellent in the world. When eleven had
done blessing her, the thirteenth, who had not been invited,
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page81" id="page81"></SPAN></span> and was very angry on that
account, came in, and determined to take her revenge. So she
cried out, "The King's daughter shall in her fifteenth year
be wounded by a spindle, and fall down dead." Then the
twelfth, who had not yet given her gift, came forward and
said that the bad wish must be fulfilled, but that she could
soften it, and that the king's daughter should not die, but
fall asleep for a hundred years.</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:80%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="420" src="images/080.png" alt="The angry fairy" /></div>
<p>But the king hoped to save his dear child from the
threatened evil, and ordered that all the spindles in the
kingdom should be bought up and destroyed. All the fairies'
gifts were in the meantime fulfilled; for the princess was so
beautiful, and well-behaved, and amiable, and wise, that
everyone who knew her loved her. Now it happened that on the
very day she was fifteen years old the king and queen were not
at home, and she was left alone in the palace. So she roved
about by herself, and poked at all the rooms and chambers, till
at last she came to an old tower, to which there was a narrow
staircase ending with a little door. In the door there was a
golden key, and when she turned it the door sprang open, and
there sat an old lady spinning away very busily.</p>
<p>"Why, how now, good mother," said the princess, "what are
you doing there?"</p>
<p>"Spinning," said the old lady, and nodded her head.</p>
<p>"How prettily that little thing turns round!" said the
princess, and took the spindle and began to spin. But scarcely
had she touched it before the prophecy was fulfilled, and she
fell down, as if lifeless, on the ground.</p>
<p>However, she was not dead, but had only fallen into a deep
sleep; and the king and queen, who just then came home, and all
their court, fell asleep too, and the horses slept in the
stables, and the dogs in the court, the pigeons on the
house-top, and the flies on the walls. Even the fire on the
hearth left off blazing, and went to sleep; and the meat that
was roasting stood still; and the cook, who was at that moment
pulling the kitchen-boy by the hair to give him a box on the
ear for something he had done amiss, let him go, and both fell
asleep; and so everything stood still, and slept
soundly.</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page82" id="page82"></SPAN></span>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="500" src="images/082.png" alt="Thorn hedge" /></div>
<p>A large hedge of thorns soon grew around the palace, and
every year it became higher and thicker, till at last the whole
place was surrounded and hidden, so that not even the roof or
the chimneys could be seen. But there went a report, through
all the land, of the beautiful sleeping Briar Rose (for so was
the king's daughter called) so that from time to time several
kings' sons came, and tried to break through the thicket into
the palace. This they could never do; for the thorns and bushes
laid hold of them as it were with hands, and there they stuck
fast and died
miserably.</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page83" id="page83"></SPAN></span>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="481" src="images/083.png" alt="ALL WAS SO QUIET THAT HE COULD HEAR EVERY BREATH HE DREW." />
<br/>
"ALL WAS SO QUIET THAT HE COULD HEAR EVERY BREATH HE
DREW."</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page84" id="page84"></SPAN></span>
<p>After many years came yet another king's son into that land,
and an old man told him the story of the thicket of thorns, and
how a beautiful palace stood behind it, in which was a wondrous
princess, called Briar Rose, asleep with all her court. He
told, too, how he had heard from his grandfather that many,
many princes had come, and had tried to break through the
thicket, but had stuck fast and died.</p>
<p>Then the young prince said, "All this shall not frighten me;
I will go and see Briar Rose." The old man tried to dissuade
him, but he persisted in going.</p>
<p>Now that very day were the hundred years completed; and as
the prince came to the thicket he saw nothing but beautiful
flowering shrubs, through which he passed with ease, and they
closed after him, as firm as ever. Then he came at last to the
palace, and there in the court lay the dogs asleep, and the
horses in the stables, and on the roof sat the pigeons fast
asleep with their heads under their wings; and when he came
into the palace, the flies slept on the walls, and the cook in
the kitchen was still holding up her hand as if she would beat
the boy, and the maid with her pail in her hand was going
a-milking.</p>
<p>Then he went on still further, and all was so quiet that he
could hear every breath he drew; till at last he came to the
old tower and opened the door of the little room in which Briar
Rose was, and there she lay fast asleep, and looked so
beautiful that he could not turn his eyes away, and he stooped
down and gave her a kiss. But the moment he kissed her she
opened her eyes and awoke, and smiled upon him. For the spell
was broken.</p>
<p>Then they went out together, and presently the king and
queen also awoke, and all the court, and they gazed on each
other with great wonder. And the horses got up and shook
themselves, and the dogs jumped about and barked; the pigeons
took their heads from under their wings, and looked around and
flew into the fields; the flies on the walls buzzed; the fire
in the kitchen blazed up and cooked the dinner, and the roast
meat turned round again; the cook gave the boy the box on his
ear so that he cried out, and the maid went to milk the cows.
And then was the wedding of the prince and Briar Rose
celebrated, and they lived happily together all their lives
long.</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<SPAN href="images/164.jpg"
name="fig164s" id="fig164s"><ANTIMG width-obs="492"
src="images/164s.jpg" alt="THE SLEEPING BEAUTY" /></SPAN>
<p><i>Painted by Jennie Harbour</i></p>THE SLEEPING BEAUTY</div>
<div class="figright"
style="width:50%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="400" src="images/164.png" alt="poem" /></div>
<br clear="all" />
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<hr />
<br/>
<br/>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page85" id="page85"></SPAN></span>
<h2>PRINCE CHÉRI</h2>
<div class="figright"
style="width:40%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="250" src="images/085.png" alt="Prince Cheri" /></div>
<p>There was once a king who was such an honourable man that
his subjects called him "The Good King."</p>
<p>One day while he was out hunting, a little rabbit that his
dogs were about to kill, threw itself into his arms. The King
caressed the little creature, and said:</p>
<p>"As you have put yourself under my protection nobody shall
harm you," and he carried the rabbit to his palace, and ordered
a pretty little hutch to be made for it.</p>
<p>That night when he was alone in his room, there appeared a
lovely lady. She wore a robe as white as snow, and a wreath of
white roses on her head. She addressed him thus:</p>
<p>"I am the Fairy Candide; I wished to see if you were as good
as everybody declares you are, and for this reason I changed
myself into the little rabbit, and ran to you in my distress,
for I know that those who have pity for dumb creatures have
still more pity for mankind. I have come to thank you for what
you did and to say that I shall always be your friend, and will
grant any request you would now like to make."</p>
<p>"Madam," replied the King, "I have one only son whom I love
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page86" id="page86"></SPAN></span> devotedly; he is named Prince
Chéri; if you have any good will for me, be a friend to my
son."</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="600" src="images/086.png" alt="The fairy and the king" /></div>
<p>"Willingly," responded the Fairy, "I will make your son the
most handsome prince in the world, or the richest, or the most
powerful; choose which you will for him."</p>
<p>"I desire none of these things," replied the King, "but I
shall be very much obliged if you will make him the best of all
princes, for what good would it do to him to be handsome, rich,
or powerful if he were wicked? You know he would be unhappy,
for it is only goodness which brings content."</p>
<p>"You are right," answered the Fairy, "but that I cannot do;
Prince Chéri must himself strive to become good. All that I can
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page87" id="page87"></SPAN></span> promise is that I will give
him good advice, and punish him for his faults, if he will
not himself correct them."</p>
<p>And with this the father had to rest content.</p>
<p>Not long afterwards the good King died, and two days later
the Fairy appeared to Prince Chéri.</p>
<p>"I promised your father to be your friend," she told him;
"here is a little gold ring, take care of it, for it is worth
more than diamonds. Every time that you are about to do any
wrong action it will prick you. If, in spite of the pricks, you
continue your bad actions, you will lose my friendship and I
shall become your enemy."</p>
<p>Saying this the Fairy vanished, leaving the Prince very much
astonished.</p>
<p>For some time Chéri behaved so well that the ring did not
prick at all, but one day when he returned from the chase,
having caught nothing, he felt so ill-humoured, that when his
dog Bibi came fawning upon him, he kicked the poor, faithful
creature from him. At that moment the ring pricked like a pin
running into his finger.</p>
<p>"What is this?" he exclaimed: "the Fairy must be mocking me,
surely I've done no great harm in kicking an animal that
annoyed me. What's the use of being ruler of a great empire if
I may not treat my dog as I will?"</p>
<p>"I am not mocking you," he heard in reply to his thoughts;
"you have been bad tempered, and you have behaved unkindly to a
poor animal who did not deserve such treatment. I know you are
higher than a dog, but the advantage of being ruler of a great
empire is not in doing all the harm one wishes, but in doing
all the good one can."</p>
<p>Chéri promised to be better, but he did not keep his word,
and so the ring often pricked him, sometimes until his finger
bled, and at last, in anger, he threw it away.</p>
<p>Now he thought he would be truly happy, and he gave way to
any foolish fancies and wrong wishes that came into his head,
until he really became very wicked and was disliked by
everyone.</p>
<p>One day when he was out walking he saw a girl named Zélie,
who was so beautiful that he resolved to marry
her.</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page88" id="page88"></SPAN></span>
<p>But Zélie was as good as she was beautiful, and said to
him:</p>
<p>"Sir, I am only a shepherdess and have no fortune, but, in
spite of that, I will never marry you, for although I should be
a Queen, and you are handsome and rich, your evil behaviour
would make me hate you."</p>
<p>Upon this, Chéri flew into a passion, and ordered his
officers to carry Zélie to the Palace, but she was not used
unkindly there, for the Prince loved her.</p>
<p>However, after a while, urged by his foster-brother, a bad
man who encouraged Chéri in his wickedness, the young man
rushed in a rage to the room in which Zélie was confined,
determined that, if she still refused to marry him, the very
next day she should be sold as a slave.</p>
<p>Great was his surprise, on entering the apartment, to find
the captive had disappeared, for he carried the key of the door
in his pocket.</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<SPAN href="images/165.jpg"
name="fig165s" id="fig165s"><ANTIMG width-obs="482"
src="images/165s.jpg" alt="ZÉLIE AND THE FAIRY CANDIDE PRINCE CHÉRI" /></SPAN>
<p><i>Painted by Jennie Harbour</i></p>ZÉLIE AND THE FAIRY
CANDIDE "PRINCE CHÉRI"</div>
<p>Amongst those at the Royal Court was a Councillor named
Suliman, a man of a noble mind, who had often dared to tell the
Prince of his faults, and had at first been thanked for this,
but later on Chéri grew angry that anyone should presume to
blame him while all others at the Court were full of flattery
and praise, but in his heart of hearts the Prince respected
this good man, and this the wicked flatterers knew full well,
and therefore feared lest he should come into the Prince's
favour.</p>
<p>So now they falsely said, that it was Suliman who had helped
Zélie to escape, and beyond himself with fury, Chéri commanded
his foster-brother to send soldiers to bring Suliman to him in
chains, like a criminal.</p>
<p>After giving these orders Chéri retired to his chamber, but
scarcely had he entered, when the earth trembled, there came a
great clap of thunder, and the Fairy Candide appeared before
him.</p>
<p>"I promised your father," said she in a stern voice, "to
give you good advice, and to punish you if you refused to
follow it. You have despised my counsels and your crimes have
converted you into a monster, the horror of heaven and earth.
Now it is time to fulfill my
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page89" id="page89"></SPAN></span> promise of punishment. I
condemn you to take the resemblance of the beasts you are
like in disposition—A lion, because of your
fury—a wolf, on account of your greediness—a
serpent, for destroying him who has been your second
father—a bull, by reason of your brutality."</p>
<div class="figleft"
style="width:60%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="275" src="images/089.png" alt="Zelie" /></div>
<p>Hardly had the Fairy pronounced these words, when Chéri
perceived with horror that his body had been transformed.</p>
<p>He had a lion's head, a bull's horns, the feet of a wolf,
and the tail of a viper. At the same moment he found himself in
a forest, and there, after roaming about miserably for some
time, he fell into a pit dug by hunters. He was captured and
led into the capital of his Kingdom.</p>
<p>On the way thither instead of acknowledging that he had
brought this evil plight upon himself, he bit at his chains,
and cursed the Fairy. As he was nearing the city great
rejoicings were seen on every side, and, on the hunters
enquiring the reason, they were told that Prince Chéri, whose
only pleasure it was to torment his people, had been crushed to
death <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page90" id="page90"></SPAN></span> in his chamber by a
thunder-bolt, a just punishment for his offences. Four of
his wicked companions had tried to partition the Kingdom
between them, but the people would have none such to rule,
and they had offered the crown to the good and wise Suliman.
Chéri panted with rage on hearing this, and in the Palace
Square he saw Suliman on a superb throne, and all the people
who shouted with joy, and wished him a long life to repair
the evil brought about by their former sovereign. "I accept
the throne," said Suliman, "but it is to preserve it for
Prince Chéri. A fairy has revealed to me that he is not
dead, and possibly will return to you as virtuous as in his
earliest years. Alas!" cried Suliman, bursting into tears,
"his flatterers have ruined him, I know that at heart he is
good." These words moved Chéri to sorrow for his crimes, and
he felt that he had not been punished as severely as he
deserved, and he now resolved to amend his faults.</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="600" src="images/090.png" alt="Abduction" /></div>
<p>Therefore he obeyed the man who had charge over him, and who
constantly cruelly beat him, and one day when this keeper lay
asleep, and a tiger who had broken loose was about to devour
him, Chéri fought the fierce beast, and saved the man's
life.</p>
<p>Then a voice was heard saying, "a good action shall be
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<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page92" id="page92"></SPAN></span> rewarded!" and, to Chéri's
joy he was instantaneously transformed into a pretty little
dog which the keeper carried to the Queen.</p>
<p>The Queen was delighted with him, but, for fear he should
grow bigger, she gave him only small pieces of bread to eat, so
that poor Chéri nearly died of hunger.</p>
<p>One day he carried his little piece of bread into the garden
to eat it there, but wandering with it in his mouth, still
further on, he saw a young girl pale and thin, and almost
fainting for want of food.</p>
<p>"I am hungry," thought Chéri, "but if I give my breakfast to
this poor thing, perhaps I shall save her life." He placed his
bread in the girl's hand, and she ate it hungrily. Just then he
heard loud cries, and saw that it was the beautiful Zélie
struggling to free herself from four men who were carrying her
into a house near by.</p>
<p>Chéri, longing to help her, followed them barking, and
although the men kicked him savagely, he would not leave the
place. Presently from a window was thrown a plateful of
tempting-looking food. Chéri was just about to devour it, when
the girl to whom he had given the bread, rushed forward and
throwing her arms around him cried,</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="489" src="images/091.png" alt="COME, MY CHILDREN, I AM GOING TO TRANSPORT YOU TO YOUR PALACE." />
<br/>
"COME, MY CHILDREN, I AM GOING TO TRANSPORT YOU TO YOUR
PALACE."</div>
<p>"Poor little dog, do not touch that food, it is poisoned."
Just then a voice was heard saying, "You see that a good action
meets with reward," and at the same time Chéri was changed into
a pretty white pigeon. For several days he flew around hoping
to catch sight of Zélie, and at last, seated by a hermit,
outside a cave, he found her. Fluttering down he alighted upon
her shoulder. Zélie stroked his feathers whispering that she
now accepted his gift and would love him always, and at that
moment Chéri regained his natural figure, and Fairy Candide
appeared in place of the hermit whose form she had taken.
"Come, my children," said she, "I am going to transport you to
your Palace, that Chéri may receive his crown of which he has
now become worthy," and hardly had she ceased speaking, when
they found themselves in Suliman's presence. The worthy
Governor was delighted to behold his dear master, and gladly
resigned the throne to him. Chéri and Zélie reigned long and
happily, and we are told that the ring, which the Prince now
wore again, never once severely pricked him.</p>
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<hr />
<br/>
<br/>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page93" id="page93"></SPAN></span>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="600" src="images/093.png" alt="Rding a wooden horse" /></div>
<h2>THE WHITE CAT</h2>
<p>There was once a King who had three sons, all handsome and
brave, but it came to his ears that they wished to reign now
instead of waiting until he died, he therefore determined to
divert their minds by making promises the fulfilment of which
he would always be able to evade. So he called them to his room
and spoke: "You must agree with me, my dear children, that at
my great age I cannot manage the business of my kingdom as I
used to do, and as I am intending retiring into the country, it
seems to me that a clever, faithful dog would be very good
company, and I promise you that whichever brings me the most
beautiful little dog at once succeeds to the kingdom."</p>
<p>The Princes were much surprised to hear their father's wish
for a little dog, but agreed with pleasure to go in search of
one. They said goodbye to the King, who gave them money and
jewels, announcing that in a year he should expect them to
return, all on the same day and at the same hour, bringing to
him their little
dogs.</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page94" id="page94"></SPAN></span>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="513" src="images/094.png" alt="ON A CERTAIN NIGHT, DURING A STORM OF THUNDER AND RAIN," />
<br/>
"ON A CERTAIN NIGHT, DURING A STORM OF THUNDER AND RAIN,
HE LOST HIS WAY."</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page95" id="page95"></SPAN></span>
<p>Then the Princes set out, each by a different road, agreeing
in a year's time to meet at a certain place a short distance
from their home.</p>
<p>The two elder met with many adventures, but it is only the
youngest that we shall follow.</p>
<p>This youngest Prince was very courteous, merry, clever and
accomplished, he was tall, handsome, and all that a prince
should be.</p>
<p>Very seldom a day passed without his buying dogs, little
dogs, big dogs, sporting dogs, spaniels, hounds, dogs of all
sorts. When he found a beautiful one and then came across a
still better, he let the first one go, for being
alone—the Princes had declined to take any
attendants—he could not take charge of thirty or forty
thousand dogs.</p>
<p>He travelled on, keeping to one road, until on a certain
night, during a storm of thunder and rain, he lost his way, and
after some wandering arrived at a most superb castle where
nobody was to be seen but about a dozen hands all holding
torches. Other hands pushed him forwards, and guided him
through one apartment after another, all so rich in precious
stones and beautiful paintings, that it was like
enchantment.</p>
<p>After passing through sixty rooms, the hands stopped him,
and here the wet garments of the Prince were taken away, and he
was clad in raiment of the most exquisite description. The
hands then conducted him into a banqueting hall, where entered
a little figure, not two feet high, covered with a long black
crepe veil, followed by a great procession of cats.</p>
<p>The Prince was too much astonished to move. The little
figure approached him, raising the veil, and he saw the most
beautiful White Cat he had ever beheld.</p>
<p>Addressing the Prince she said:</p>
<p>"King's son! welcome! my Feline Majesty sees you with
pleasure!"</p>
<p>"Madame Cat," replied the Prince, "it is very good of you to
receive me thus, but you are not an ordinary cat; being able to
speak, and possessing this superb castle, are proof of
that."</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page96" id="page96"></SPAN></span>
<p>After they had conversed a little while, supper was served
to them, during which the Prince entertained the Cat by telling
her all sorts of news, and he discovered that she was well
informed as to what was taking place in the world.</p>
<p>Supper over, various cats came in, dressed in fancy
costumes, and danced a ballet, then the White Cat bid her
visitor good-night, and the hands which had conducted him
before, led him to a bed-chamber.</p>
<p>Early the next morning the hands awoke him, and dressing him
in a handsome hunting costume, led him to the courtyard, where
he found the White Cat upon a splendid monkey, with about five
hundred other cats assembled, all ready for the chase; and
never had the Prince enjoyed anything so much, for although
mounted only upon a wooden horse, he rode at a great pace.</p>
<p>Day after day passed in such delights as made the Prince
almost forget his own country.</p>
<p>"Alas!" said he to the White Cat again and again, "how sad I
shall be to leave you! I love you so dearly! Either become a
woman, or change me into a cat!"</p>
<p>A year passes very quickly when one has no care or trouble,
and is enjoying life. But the White Cat knew when the Prince
should return home, and reminded him, saying, "Don't you know
you have only three days to look for the little dog for your
father, and that your brothers will have found the most
beautiful?"</p>
<p>Then the Prince came to himself, and cried, "By what charm
have you made me forget what is so important? Where shall I
find the dog, and a horse swift enough for such a journey?" And
he was in great distress.</p>
<p>The White Cat comforted him, however, saying that the wooden
horse would take him to his journey's end sufficiently quickly,
and that she would herself also provide the little dog; then
she handed to him a walnut, saying, "Put your ear to this shell
and you will hear him barking."</p>
<p>So the Prince met his brothers, and they came into the
King's presence.</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page97" id="page97"></SPAN></span>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="500" src="images/097.png" alt="Three riders" /></div>
<p>The two elder sons had brought little dogs so delicate and
small that one hardly dared to touch them, and none could
decide which should have the kingdom. Then the youngest took
from his pocket the nut the Cat had given to him, and there was
seen a little dog so tiny that it could go through a ring
without touching it; he was also able to dance, and play the
castanets, while his ears touched the ground. The King was
embarassed, for it was impossible to find a flaw in this lovely
little creature.</p>
<p>However as he did not desire to part with his crown, he
declared that they had succeeded so well in their first quest
that now he should like them to search, by land and sea, for a
piece of linen so fine that it would pass through the eye of a
very small needle.</p>
<p>Then the three Princes set out once more, but the youngest
mounted his wooden horse and repaired at once to the White Cat,
who was rejoiced to see him, and the second year passed by as
the first had done.</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page98" id="page98"></SPAN></span>
<p>When the day came round appointed by the King for the return
of his sons, the two elder appeared before him, and, without
awaiting the arrival of their brother, displayed their pieces
of linen, which were of a fineness quite astonishing. But
although they would pass through the eye of a large needle,
through the small needle the King had selected they would not
go.</p>
<p>There was much murmuring at this, and while the brothers
were disputing the King's decision, a charming sound was heard
of trumpets and other musical instruments.</p>
<p>It was the youngest Prince who arrived in a chariot with
out-riders and numerous attendants, all of which had been
provided for him by the White Cat.</p>
<p>After respectfully greeting his father and embracing his
brothers, he took out of a jewelled box a nut which he broke.
On breaking the nut he found a cherry stone, the stone was
broken and there was the kernel, in the kernel was a grain of
corn, in the grain of corn a millet seed, and within that a
piece of linen so fine that it passed six times through the
smallest needle's eye, and moreover on it were exquisite
paintings of people and places without number.</p>
<p>The King heaved a deep sigh, and turning to his children
said,</p>
<p>"Nothing pleases me, in my old age, so much as your
deference to my desires, and I wish to prove you once more.
Travel for a year, and he who at the end of the year brings
home the most beautiful girl shall marry her, and be crowned
king on his marriage. I promise you that I will not defer this
reward any longer."</p>
<p>Our Prince saw the injustice of all this; his little dog and
piece of linen were worth ten kingdoms, not only one; but he
was too well brought up to go against his father's wishes, and,
mounting into his chariot, with his retinue, he returned to the
White Cat's Castle.</p>
<p>"Well! King's son!" said the White Cat, "you have returned
once more without your crown?"</p>
<p>"Madam," answered the Prince, "your gifts should have gained
it for me, but I am convinced that the King would have more
pain in giving it up than I should have pleasure in possessing
it!"</p>
<p>"Never mind," she replied, "you shall not neglect anything
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page99" id="page99"></SPAN></span> that may deserve it; and if
you must conduct a beautiful girl to your father's court, I
will look for one so that you may gain the prize. Meanwhile
let us be happy."</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="600" src="images/099.png" alt="King with princes" /></div>
<p>If the Cat had not taken pains to remember the time when he
must return to the court, the Prince would surely have
forgotten it. On the evening before, she told him that she
would bring him to one of the most beautiful Princesses in the
world, that at last the hour had arrived to destroy the fatal
work of an evil fairy, and to do this he must make up his mind
to cut off her head and tail, which he was at once to throw
into the fire.</p>
<p>"I," cried the Prince, "Blanchette that I love: do you think
I <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page100" id="page100"></SPAN></span> should be cruel enough to
kill you? No doubt, you wish to prove my heart which will
certainly never forget what I owe to you for your
kindness."</p>
<p>"No! King's son," she continued, "I don't think you are
ungrateful. Do this that I beseech you, and then we shall begin
to be happy with one another, by the faith and honour of a cat,
believe that I am truly your friend."</p>
<p>Tears flowed from the Prince's eyes even at the thought, and
he said all that he could to avoid it, but she urged him so
vehemently that at last he took his sword and tremblingly cut
off the head and tail of his dear friend the Cat.</p>
<p>In the same moment took place the most marvellous change
imaginable.</p>
<p>The body of the White Cat grew large, and was transformed
into that of a girl; how, one could not say; one only knew it
was so. Her figure was majestic, her manners charming, her
whole appearance beautiful beyond words.</p>
<p>Then there entered an immense number of lords and ladies,
who carrying their cats' skins, or with them thrown across
their shoulders, came and cast themselves at the feet of the
Queen, expressing their joy at seeing her again in her rightful
form.</p>
<p>She received them all with a kindness which showed the
goodness of her heart, and then turning to the Prince she told
the story of her life, and how by a wicked enchantment she had
been transformed into a White Cat.</p>
<p>"But it is you, my Prince, who have freed me," she
concluded; "as soon as I saw you I knew my troubles were at an
end."</p>
<p>They set out forthwith in a splendid carriage. As they drew
near the castle, at the place where the three brothers were to
meet, the Queen entered into a little crystal rock ornamented
with precious stones, and this was carried by richly dressed
young men.</p>
<p>The Prince who had remained in the carriage, saw his
brothers, approaching with wondrously beautiful ladies.</p>
<p>On being questioned he told them that all he had brought was
a little White Cat.</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page101" id="page101"></SPAN></span>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="498" src="images/101.png" alt="THE BODY OF THE WHITE CAT GREW LARGE AND WAS TRANSFORMED" />
<br/>
"THE BODY OF THE WHITE CAT GREW LARGE AND<br/>
WAS TRANSFORMED INTO THAT OF A GIRL."</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page102" id="page102"></SPAN></span>
<p>They began to laugh at him, and drove on followed by the
young Prince, while after him was brought the crystal rock.</p>
<p>Arrived at the Palace the two elder Princes dismounted with
their marvellous Princesses.</p>
<p>The King received them graciously, and did not know to which
to award the prize.</p>
<p>He looked at his youngest son and said, "This time, then,
you have come alone." "Your Majesty will see in this rock a
little White Cat who mews sweetly and has soft little velvet
paws," answered the Prince.</p>
<p>The King smiled, and himself went to open the rock. But, as
he came near, the Queen, with a touch, made it shatter to
pieces, and from out of it she appeared like the sun that has
been hidden by clouds; her fair hair was spread over her
shoulders, and fell in waves to her feet, and she was robed in
a gown of white and rose-colour.</p>
<p>She made a deep curtsey to the King who, struck with
admiration, could not help exclaiming,</p>
<p>"Here is one who is matchless, and she deserves my
crown."</p>
<p>"Sire," she answered, "I have not come to take away the
throne that you fill with such dignity; I was born heir to six
kingdoms, allow me to offer you one, and one of them I give to
each of your sons. In return all I ask of you is this young
Prince for my husband. We shall still have three kingdoms."</p>
<p>The King and all the Court uttered loud cries of joy. The
marriage was at once celebrated, also that of the other two
Princes; and in such a manner that the Court spent several
months in fêtes of all sorts.</p>
<p>Then each one of them departed to govern his kingdom, the
White Cat making herself ever remembered as much by her
kindness and generosity as by her rare merit and
beauty.</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page103" id="page103"></SPAN></span>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="600" src="images/103.png" alt="Lady waving" /></div>
<h2>BLUEBEARD</h2>
<p>In the long ago times, in a splendid house, surrounded by
fine gardens and a park, there lived a man who had riches in
abundance, and everything to make him popular except one, and
that was his beard, for his beard was neither black as a
raven's wing, golden as the sunlight, nor just an ordinary
every-day colour, but it was blue, bright
blue.</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page104" id="page104"></SPAN></span>
<p>Of course had blue beards come into fashion his would have
been considered beautiful beyond words, but, as far as we know,
blue beards have never as yet been fashionable, nor are they
likely to be so.</p>
<p>However, in spite of his blue beard this man had married
several times, though what had become of his wives nobody could
say.</p>
<p>Now, not far from Bluebeard's house there dwelt a widow with
two very lovely daughters, and one of these Bluebeard wished to
marry, but which he did not mind, they might settle that
between themselves.</p>
<p>Neither of these girls had the least desire to have a
husband with a blue beard, and also, not knowing the fate of
the other wives, they did not like to risk disappearing from
the world as those had done, but being very polite young women
they would not refuse Bluebeard's proposals outright. The
younger said, "I would not for a moment take away Sister Anne's
chance of marrying such a wealthy man," while Sister Anne
declared that, although the elder, she would much prefer to
give way to her sister. And so it went on for some time.</p>
<p>Then Bluebeard invited the widow and her daughters to spend
a week with him, and many of their neighbours he also
invited.</p>
<p>Most sumptuous was the entertainment provided for them.
Hunting and fishing expeditions, picnics and balls went on from
morning till night, and all the night through, so that there
was not time even to think of sleep, only feasting and pleasure
the whole week long.</p>
<p>So well, indeed, did the younger sister enjoy this, that by
the end of the week she had begun to think perhaps after all
her host's beard was not so very blue, and that it would be a
fine thing to be the mistress of such a magnificent mansion,
and the wife of such a rich husband.</p>
<p>And so, not long afterwards, there was a grand wedding, and
the widow's younger daughter became Mrs. Bluebeard.</p>
<p>About a month later, Bluebeard told his wife that he must
leave her for several weeks, having to travel on business.</p>
<p>"While I am absent, my dear," said he, "invite your
relations <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page105" id="page105"></SPAN></span> and friends and enjoy
yourself just as you please in entertaining them. See here
are my keys, the keys of the rooms and of the chests where I
keep my money, my gold and silver plate, and my jewels.
Unlock rooms and chests and use freely what you will."</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="600" src="images/105.png" alt="Bleubeard gives key to wife" /></div>
<p>"This small key," he added, pointing to quite a little one,
"is the key of the door at the end of the lower landing, you
will not need to use this at all. In fact, should you open that
door, or even put <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page106" id="page106"></SPAN></span> this key into the lock, I
should be dreadfully angry, indeed I should make you suffer
for it in a terrible way."</p>
<p>Then Bluebeard bid his wife good-bye, and departed.</p>
<p>As soon as Mrs. Bluebeard's friends and relations knew that
her husband was away, they came flocking to visit her, for they
longed to see all her splendid possessions, but had feared to
come before.</p>
<p>They could not enough admire the magnificent apartments, and
ran from one to another praising everything they beheld.</p>
<p>But the young wife heeded nothing they said or did, all she
thought of was that little key which she must not use,
wondering more and more why she ought not to open that one
particular door.</p>
<p>At last she could bear it no longer, but slipping away from
her visitors, she ran along the passages and stairs, nearly
falling down them, so great was her haste, until she came to
that door at the end of the corridor.</p>
<p>Not pausing an instant, she thrust the key into the lock,
and the door sprang open.</p>
<p>At first she could distinguish nothing, for the room was
dark and gloomy, but then, all of a sudden, she knew what had
become of Bluebeard's other wives, for there they lay, in a
long, straight row, all dead. She stood horrified for a moment
or two, gazing at the pale faces, and long hair spread out
around them, then picking up the little key which she had taken
from the lock but dropped in her fright, she hastily quitted
the room, shut and locked the door, and ran to her own chamber
to calm herself before returning to her guests. But she was
unable to rest for an instant, so dreadful were her feelings;
then with terror she noticed that on the key there was a stain.
She wiped it with her handkerchief, but alas! it was blood that
would not be wiped away. She washed the key and rubbed it, and
scraped it and polished it, but all to no purpose, if she
succeeded in cleansing one side, the mark came out on the
other. For the key was enchanted.</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<SPAN href="images/166.jpg"
name="fig166s" id="fig166s"><ANTIMG width-obs="482"
src="images/166s.jpg" alt="BLUEBEARD" /></SPAN>
<p><i>Painted by Jennie Harbour</i></p>BLUEBEARD</div>
<p>That same evening Bluebeard returned saying he had met the
man whom he was wanting to see, and so the long journey was
unnecessary, and he was rejoiced to be at home again.</p>
<p>Next morning he called for the keys; his wife brought them
to <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page107" id="page107"></SPAN></span> him, but not the little
one; that she left behind. Bluebeard noticed this directly
and sent her to fetch it. Trembling, and white as a sheet,
she was forced to give it into his hand.</p>
<p>"Ha! what is this?" he cried, "what is this stain that I
see!"</p>
<p>His poor wife trembled still more, and could not speak.</p>
<p>"Wretched woman!" shouted Bluebeard, "you have used this
key, you have unlocked the door of that room at the end of the
passage. You shall die!!!"</p>
<p>In vain did his wife plead with him to spare her, kneeling
before him with tears streaming from her eyes. "You shall die!"
he cried again, more savagely than before.</p>
<p>"Let me have a few moments alone, to prepare for death,"</p>
<p>"Half a quarter of an hour, but not a moment longer," he
replied, and left her.</p>
<p>The poor young woman hastened to a room at the foot of the
turret stairs where was her Sister Anne, and called to her.</p>
<p>"Sister Anne, Sister Anne, look from the tower window. Can
you see no one coming?" And Sister Anne, looking out,
answered:</p>
<p>"Alas! No! Nothing but the green grass, and the sun which
shines upon it."</p>
<p>Bluebeard shouted from below that the time was almost
up.</p>
<p>"Sister Anne, Sister Anne, look once again, can you see no
one coming?" whispered the young wife wringing her hands. Her
brothers, she knew, were to visit her that day—if only
they would come in time!</p>
<p>"Alas, No!" Sister Anne replied. "I see a cloud of dust, but
it is only a flock of sheep on the road."</p>
<p>But now Bluebeard bawled out so loudly for his wife to come
down, that the whole house shook.</p>
<p>"Sister Anne, Sister Anne, tell me is no one coming?"</p>
<p>"I see two horsemen afar off," cried Sister Anne. "I will
beckon to them to hasten hither."</p>
<p>But Bluebeard would wait not a moment longer, and nearly
dead with terror his wife descended, still entreating him to
spare her life.</p>
<p>He would not, however, give heed to her prayers, and was
just <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page108" id="page108"></SPAN></span> brandishing his sword, so
that it might come down straight and true upon her slender
neck, when the door burst open and two young army officers
came rushing in, whom Bluebeard recognised as the brothers
of his wife. He swiftly fled, but they speedily followed,
and for his many crimes slew him then and there.</p>
<p>All his wealth now belonged to his widow, and she gratefully
rewarded her brothers by purchasing them commissions in the
army; she settled a large sum of money upon her sister, and
after a while she married again, and with a good husband lived
a happy life.</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:80%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="400" src="images/108.png" alt="Woman at foot of stairs" /></div>
<br/>
<br/>
<hr />
<br/>
<br/>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page109" id="page109"></SPAN></span>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="600" src="images/109.png" alt="Mystical figure" /></div>
<h2>BEAUTY AND THE BEAST</h2>
<p>Once upon a time, a long while ago, there was a Beast.</p>
<p>He was a Great Beast, and lived in a Great Castle that stood
in the middle of a Great Park, and everybody in the country
held the Beast in great fear. In fact everything about the
Beast was great; his roar was great and terrific and could be
heard for miles around the park, and when he roared the people
trembled.</p>
<p>Nobody ever saw the Beast, which was by no means remarkable,
for the Beast never came out of his Park, and no one, I can
assure you, ever ventured on to his estate.</p>
<p>But matters were not allowed to remain like this for ever,
for <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page110" id="page110"></SPAN></span> something very wonderful
happened to the Beast and to somebody else, and if that
something had not happened this story would never have been
written.</p>
<p>About two miles and three quarters from the Castle gates
there lived a rich merchant and his three daughters. The two
elder girls were ugly disagreeable things, and although they
had all they could wish for to make them happy they were always
grumbling; but the youngest daughter, whose name was Beauty,
was very pretty, and her nature was happy and good, her
presence was sunshine, and she was the joy of her father's
heart.</p>
<p>Well, one day the two elder sisters had something to grumble
about with a vengeance, for a telegram arrived to say that the
merchant was no longer a rich merchant, for he had lost all his
money.</p>
<p>So the horses and carriages had to be sold, and everything
that was of value was got rid of, the servants were sent away,
and the merchant and his daughters had to do their own
work.</p>
<p>Dear me, it was shocking, the way those two sisters
grumbled, but Beauty, oh dear no, she was all smiles, for her
heart was as sunny as ever, as she rolled up the sleeves of her
print frock, and cooked the dinner, and scrubbed the floors,
and made herself useful, here, there, and everywhere.</p>
<p>Things had been going on like this for about three months,
when one fine morning another telegram boy came with another
telegram to say that somebody who owed the merchant a great
deal of money was ready to pay the debt, and all the merchant
had to do was to go to the city and get it.</p>
<p>Of course, everybody was delighted at this good news, and
the merchant didn't waste any time, but started off to the city
at once.</p>
<p>"Mind you bring me something back," said the eldest daughter
as he was starting.</p>
<p>"What shall it be?" asked the merchant.</p>
<p>"A white satin dress trimmed with lace and pearls," said his
eldest daughter.</p>
<p>"And you must bring me something too, please, father," said
the second daughter.</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page111" id="page111"></SPAN></span>
<p>"And what do you want," asked the merchant.</p>
<p>"A purse full of gold so that I can buy what I want myself,"
said the second daughter.</p>
<p>"I will try and do what you both ask," he said, "and what
shall I bring for my Beauty?"</p>
<p>"I will wait a little for my dresses and things," replied
the smiling Beauty, as she helped her father on with his cloak,
"but I should like you to bring me home a rose, a lovely red
rose, if you can."</p>
<p>So her father kissed her, and promised he would bring her
the rose, and went on his way full of hopes.</p>
<p>What a pity it is that our hopes cannot be always realized,
and that we are so often doomed to disappointment! When the
merchant arrived at the city, to his dismay he found that the
man who owed him the money was still unable to pay him, the man
had been disappointed himself at the last moment.</p>
<p>So the unhappy father had to return home without the white
satin dress trimmed with lace and pearls, and without the bag
of money, and he dreaded meeting his two daughters, for he knew
they would be terribly angry.</p>
<div class="figright"
style="width:75%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="400" src="images/111.png" alt="Beauty and father" /></div>
<p>Now on his way home from the station to his house he had to
pass by part of the wall that surrounded the Great Park where
the Great Beast lived in his Great
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page112" id="page112"></SPAN></span> Castle; and as he passed by
a corner of the wall what should he see hanging just over
the top, and just within his reach if he stood on his toes,
but a lovely red rose.</p>
<p>"At any rate I can take my Beauty what she asked for," he
said to himself, and, without so much as giving a thought to
the wrong he was doing, he stood on his toes and plucked the
rose.</p>
<p>He was sorry he did it.</p>
<p>Of a sudden there was a roar, such a roar that the very
ground shook, and as to the poor merchant he quivered like a
leaf.</p>
<p>Enough to make him quiver indeed, for a gate in the wall
suddenly opened, and out rushed the <i>Beast</i>.</p>
<p>Yes, the Beast, if you please, and he seized the merchant by
the scruff of his neck, and dragged him into the Park, and shut
the gate after him.</p>
<p>"Don't you know it's a sin to steal?" roared the Beast. "How
dare you steal my roses? I am going to kill you."</p>
<p>"Oh, mercy, Mr. Beast," cried the unhappy man, flinging
himself on his knees before the monster.</p>
<div class="figleft"
style="width:50%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="400" src="images/112.png" alt="Frowning women" /></div>
<p>"I'm going to kill you," roared the Beast still more loudly.
"It's taken years to cultivate this sort of rose, and—and
I'm going to kill you. Unless," he added after a pause, "you
send me one of your daughters here instead."</p>
<p>"All right," said the merchant and got on his feet
again.</p>
<p>"She must be here to-morrow by breakfast time, and I
breakfast <!--blank page-->
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page114" id="page114"></SPAN></span> early," said the Beast, as
he let the merchant out of the gate. "If she is not here, I
shall come for you, and don't you forget it."</p>
<p>It was by no means likely that he would forget it, in fact
he could think of nothing else. He hurried home and told his
dreadful news, and received a dreadful scolding from his two
elder daughters, who were angry at not getting their
presents.</p>
<p>"And it is Beauty's fault that you have got into this
trouble," they said. "Beauty and her stupid rose. Beauty had
better get you out of the trouble." Beauty said little, but
smiled on, with sunshine in her heart, and trust in her loving
nature, and cooked the dinner.</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="456" src="images/113.png" alt="WHEN SHE CAME TO THE GATE IN THE WALL SHE KNOCKED" /><br/>
"WHEN SHE CAME TO THE GATE IN THE WALL<br/>
SHE KNOCKED UPON IT THREE TIMES"</div>
<p>Early next morning when the dawn was breaking she left her
father's house, leaving a little note behind her begging him
not to be anxious but that she had gone to the Beast's
castle.</p>
<p>When she came to the gate in the wall she knocked upon it
three times and it opened as if by magic, for she could see no
one. And she stepped into the garden of red roses, and in the
distance across the Park she saw the Castle, and she thought
she had never seen anything so beautiful. For it was built of
mother-of-pearl, and the red and yellow gleams of the rising
sun shone upon its glistening walls, and lit them up with a
thousand radiant lights.</p>
<p>Beauty marvelled at the loveliness and walked on. And when
she arrived at this beautiful Castle, the huge gates opened as
if by magic, and the doors opened as if by magic, for never a
soul did she see, nor living thing of any sort.</p>
<p>And in the great hall was the breakfast table laid for two.
It was a nice breakfast with steaming hot dishes, and jams,
honey, and hot rolls, and brightly polished silver, and sweet
flowers.</p>
<p>Then the Beast appeared suddenly from behind a curtain; oh,
he was an awful Beast, and Beauty's heart beat fast! But he
seemed a polite Beast for all that.</p>
<p>He handed Beauty a chair, and when she had sat down
said:</p>
<p>"I bid you welcome; which do you take, tea or coffee?"</p>
<p>"Tea please," answered Beauty.</p>
<p>"Then pour it out," he said, "and I'll take tea too, please.
Eggs, do you like eggs hard or
soft?"</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page115" id="page115"></SPAN></span>
<p>"I always cook mine three minutes and a half," replied
Beauty.</p>
<p>"Half a minute too much, I think. But you shall have just
what you like."</p>
<p>And so she had; not only at the breakfast table but in
everything. She had only to express a wish and it was
immediately gratified. She had ponies to ride, and dogs and
cats, and pet birds, and the most beautiful dresses ever worn
by real princesses.</p>
<p>And if it had not been that she was away from her father she
would really have been happy.</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<SPAN href="images/167.jpg"
name="fig167s" id="fig167s"><ANTIMG width-obs="490"
src="images/167s.jpg" alt="BEAUTY AND THE BEAST" /></SPAN>
<p><i>Painted by Jennie Harbour</i></p>BEAUTY AND THE BEAST</div>
<p>The Beast was most kind and attentive to her, and told her
that he loved her, and three times a day he asked her to marry
him, but Beauty shook her head and said, oh no, she
couldn't.</p>
<p>Well, Beauty had been at the great Castle some time when she
began to pine to go home and see her father, and she begged the
Beast to let her go.</p>
<p>"Very good," he said with a great sigh, "you may go home
to-day, but promise me that you will be back early to-morrow
morning. If you do not come back early I am sure I shall die
for I love you so dearly."</p>
<p>So Beauty promised and went home, and she took presents for
her father and her sisters, and when the sisters heard of all
the wonderful things at the great Castle, they were envious and
jealous, and made up their minds to do Beauty and the Beast a
great injury.</p>
<p>So they mixed something in Beauty's supper that made her
sleep nearly all the next day, and so she did not keep her
promise. It was evening when she arrived at the gate in the
wall, instead of early morning.</p>
<p>But she knocked three times and the gate opened by magic,
and she went through the garden and hurried to the Castle, that
shone like fire in the light of the setting sun. And the huge
gates opened by magic, and the doors opened by magic, and she
stood in the great hall, but there was no Beast there. She
searched in all the rooms but he was not there; with fear and
anxiety in her heart she ran into the gardens, and there she
found him at last. Found him lying stretched out on the grass,
and she thought he was
dead.</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page116" id="page116"></SPAN></span>
<p>"Oh, dear darling Beast," she cried, as she threw herself on
her knees beside him, and raised his ugly head, "dear Beast, do
not die, for I love you with all my heart, and will marry you
to-morrow." And she kissed him. Then of a sudden he sprang to
his feet, but no longer the Beast, no longer a hideous monster,
but a beautiful prince most beautifully dressed. "Dearest," he
said, "a wicked fairy turned me into this brute form until a
day should come when a good girl like you should tell me that
she loved me. And you will marry me to-morrow."</p>
<div class="figleft"
style="width:60%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="350" src="images/116.png" alt="Beauty and the Beast" /></div>
<p>"Oh, yes," answered Beauty, "but the wicked fairy could not
change your nature. I would have married you if you had
remained just as you were."</p>
<p>And so they married and lived happy ever afterwards, and
they took care of Beauty's father until the end of his days; so
he was happy, and they forgave the two sisters and gave them
fine dresses and jewels, and the two sisters turned over a new
leaf and were less selfish, and they were happy, so this is a
very happy ending to the story.</p>
<p>What a pity all stories can't end the same way!</p>
<br/>
<br/>
<hr />
<br/>
<br/>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page117" id="page117"></SPAN></span>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:90%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="500" src="images/117.png" alt="Fairy with ugly baby" /></div>
<h2>TUFTY RIQUET</h2>
<p>There was once upon a time a Queen who had the ugliest
little baby imaginable, so ugly, indeed, that it was almost
impossible to believe he was a little boy at all.</p>
<p>A fairy, however, assured his mother that the little baby
would be very good and clever, saying that she was also giving
him a gift which would enable him to make that person whom he
loved the best as clever as
himself.</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page118" id="page118"></SPAN></span>
<p>This somewhat consoled the Queen, but still she was very
unhappy because her son was so ugly, though no sooner had he
begun to speak than he could talk about all sorts of things,
and he had such pretty ways that people were charmed with
him.</p>
<p>I forgot to say, that, when he was quite a baby, he had a
funny little tuft of hair on his head, so he was called Tufty
Riquet, for Riquet was the family name.</p>
<p>When Riquet was about seven years old, the Queen of a
kingdom near by was given two baby daughters, twins, of which
one was so exquisitely beautiful that the Queen nearly died of
joy when she saw her, and so the fairy, the same one who had
given Riquet his gift of cleverness, to keep the Queen from
making herself ill with excitement, told her that this little
Princess would not be at all clever, indeed she would be as
stupid as she was beautiful.</p>
<div class="figleft"
style="width:65%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="400" src="images/118.png" alt="The queen" /></div>
<p>The Queen was very much grieved at this, and felt still more
troubled when she beheld her other daughter, for the second
Princess was extremely ugly.</p>
<p>"Do not take it too much to heart, madam," remarked the
fairy, "for this second daughter will be so clever that it will
scarcely be noticed that she is not beautiful."</p>
<p>"Well, if it must be so, it must," remarked the Queen, "but
I should certainly have liked the elder one, who is beautiful,
to be just a little bit clever too."</p>
<p>"I can do nothing as to her mind,
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page119" id="page119"></SPAN></span> madam," replied the fairy,
"but for her beauty I can, and as there is nothing I would
not do to please you, I will give her a gift so that she can
make the one who wins her heart beautiful too."</p>
<p>As the Princesses grew up, their gifts likewise grew with
them, so that everybody spoke about the beauty of the one and
the cleverness of the other; but also their defects grew, so
that it could not but be noticed that the younger was daily
uglier, and the elder day by day became more stupid, until she
either said nothing in reply to a question, or something quite
silly, and so clumsy was she that she could not arrange four
china ornaments on the chimney piece without breaking one, or
drink a glass of water without spilling half of it on her
frock.</p>
<p>Although it is a great thing to have beauty, yet the younger
generally received more attention in company than her elder
sister.</p>
<p>At first, everybody would gather around the beautiful one
admiringly, but before long they would leave her for the clever
Princess, to listen to her pleasant conversation; and by the
end of a quarter of an hour the elder would be left alone,
while the other would be the centre of a group.</p>
<p>This the elder sister noticed, in spite of her stupidity,
and she would gladly have given all her beauty for half the
cleverness of her sister, and sometimes the Queen, although
full of kindness, would reproach her daughter for her
foolishness, which caused the Princess almost to die of
grief.</p>
<p>One day when she had retreated to a wood to brood over her
unhappiness, she saw a little man coming towards her. He was
uncommonly ugly and unpleasing in appearance, but was very
richly dressed.</p>
<p>It was the young Prince Tufty Riquet, who had fallen in love
with the pictures he had seen of her, and had left his father's
kingdom for the sake of making her acquaintance.</p>
<p>Delighted to meet her alone in this manner, he accosted her
as courteously as possible, but soon, noticing that she was
melancholy, he said:</p>
<p>"I cannot understand how it is that anyone as beautiful as
you <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page120" id="page120"></SPAN></span> are, can be as sad as you
appear to be; for I must own, that although I can boast of
having seen many beauties, not one have I ever met whose
beauty equalled yours."</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:80%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="400" src="images/120.png" alt="Princess" /></div>
<p>"It pleases you to say so, sir," replied the Princess, and
relapsed into silence.</p>
<p>"Beauty," went on Riquet, "is so delightful that one would
give everything for it, and if anyone is beautiful I can't
understand anything troubling
greatly."</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page121" id="page121"></SPAN></span>
<p>"I would rather be as ugly as you," answered the Princess,
"and be clever, than as beautiful as I am, and be stupid."</p>
<p>"To think you are stupid is a sure sign that you have a
certain amount of cleverness, madam," replied Riquet.</p>
<p>"I don't think about that," said the Princess, "but I am
quite sure that I am very silly, and the grief of that is
killing me."</p>
<p>"If that is all that troubles you, I can soon put an end to
your grief," said Riquet, "for I have the power of giving
cleverness to the person whom I love the best, and if only you
will marry me, you shall become as clever as you can wish."</p>
<p>The Princess was greatly astonished, but remained
silent.</p>
<p>"I can see," continued Riquet, "that this proposal is not to
your taste, and I am not astonished. I will give you a year to
think about it."</p>
<p>So great was the longing of the Princess to be clever, that
she at once promised Riquet to marry him in a year's time, and
no sooner had she made the promise than a great change took
place in her, and she found she could say all sorts of pleasant
things, on all sorts of subjects, in quite an easy manner.</p>
<p>She at once began a conversation with Riquet, making such
brilliant remarks, that he could almost think he had given her
all his cleverness and had kept none for himself.</p>
<p>When the Princess returned to the Palace, everybody was
astonished at the sudden and extraordinary change, for, instead
of saying stupid things, or just nothing at all, she was now
full of beautiful ideas which she expressed most
charmingly.</p>
<p>The report of this transformation was soon spread abroad,
and all the young Princes of the neighbouring kingdoms asked
for her hand in marriage, but not one did she find altogether
suitable.</p>
<p>However, at last one arrived, who was so powerful, rich,
clever and handsome, that she could not help approving of him,
and her father, noticing this, told her she was quite free to
choose what husband she wished.</p>
<p>The Princess thanked him, and asked for time to consider the
matter.</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page122" id="page122"></SPAN></span>
<div class="figleft"
style="width:65%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="375" src="images/122.png" alt="Tufty Riquet" /></div>
<p>Then, to think it over, she went by chance, into the wood
where she had met Tufty Riquet.</p>
<p>While she was walking, deep in thought, she noticed a loud
noise beneath her feet, as of many persons hastening to and
fro; then, listening attentively, she heard a voice say, "Bring
me the saucepan," and another voice cry, "Put some wood on the
fire."</p>
<p>At the same moment the earth opened and she saw a big
kitchen full of cooks, and all sorts of things necessary for
the making of a magnificent banquet, and everybody hard at
work.</p>
<p>The Princess, astonished at this sight, asked the men for
whom they were working.</p>
<p>"For the Prince Tufty Riquet," answered the head cook, "for
to-morrow is his wedding day."</p>
<p>The Princess, more surprised than ever, all at once
recollected that it was just a year ago that very day that she
had promised to marry the ugly Tufty
Riquet.</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page123" id="page123"></SPAN></span>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="479" src="images/123.png" alt="TO THINK IT OVER SHE WENT INTO THE WOOD." /><br/>
"TO THINK IT OVER SHE WENT INTO THE WOOD."</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page124" id="page124"></SPAN></span>
<p>The reason that she had not remembered her promise before
was that she was foolish when she made it, and in becoming
clever she had forgotten all her former stupidities.</p>
<p>She had only walked on a few steps further, when Riquet
appeared before her, magnificently clad, as a Prince about to
marry.</p>
<p>"Here you see me, madam," said he, "keeping my word, and I
have no doubt that you also came here to keep yours, and by
giving me your hand to make me the happiest of men."</p>
<p>"I frankly confess," replied the Princess, "that I have not
yet made up my mind, and I do not think I can ever do as you
wish."</p>
<p>"You surprise me, madam," said Riquet.</p>
<p>"I can quite believe that," said the Princess, "and if you
were not a good and clever man, I should not know how to act.
But you are well aware that it was when I was stupid I promised
to marry you, but now, as you may imagine, I am not so easily
pleased."</p>
<p>"Except for my ugliness," said Riquet, "have you anything
against me? Do you object to my birth, my character, or my
manners?"</p>
<p>"Not at all," replied the Princess, "I love those things in
you."</p>
<p>"If that is so," answered Riquet, "I shall indeed be made
happy, because you can cause me to become the most delightful
of men if only you will desire it. For know, madam, the same
fairy who at my birth gave me the power to impart cleverness to
whomsoever I should love, gave you a gift also, that of being
able to render beautiful the one to whom you would grant this
favour."</p>
<p>"If that is the case," exclaimed the Princess, "I desire
with all my heart that you might be the most handsome and
pleasing Prince in the world."</p>
<p>No sooner had the Princess uttered these words than her wish
was fulfilled, though some say that no change really took place
in Riquet, but that the Princess loved him now so much that all
his ugliness was seen as beauty by her eyes.</p>
<p>However that may be, she straightway consented to be his
bride, and, as the preparations had already been made, the
wedding took place the very next day.</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<SPAN href="images/168.jpg"
name="fig168s" id="fig168s"><ANTIMG width-obs="478"
src="images/168s.jpg" alt="THE BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS—TUFTY RIQUET" /></SPAN>
<p><i>Painted by Jennie Harbour</i></p>THE BEAUTIFUL
PRINCESS—"TUFTY RIQUET"</div>
<br/>
<br/>
<hr />
<br/>
<br/>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page125" id="page125"></SPAN></span>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="600" src="images/125.png" alt="The wood" /></div>
<h2>THUMBLING</h2>
<p>There was once a poor woodman sitting by the fire in his
cottage and his wife sat by his side spinning. "How lonely it
is," said he, "for you and me to sit here by ourselves without
any children to play about and amuse us, while other people
seem so happy and merry with their children!" "What you say is
very true," said the wife, sighing, and turning her wheel; "how
happy should I be if I had but one child! and if it were ever
so small, nay, if it were no bigger than my thumb, I should be
very happy, and love it dearly." Now it came to pass that this
good woman's wish was fulfilled just as she desired; for, some
time afterwards, she had a little boy, who was quite healthy
and strong, but not much bigger than my thumb.
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page126" id="page126"></SPAN></span> So they said, "Well, we
cannot say we have not got what we wished for, and, little
as he is, we will love him dearly;" and they called him
Thumbling.</p>
<p>They gave him plenty of food, yet he never grew bigger, but
remained just the same size as when he was born; still, his
eyes were sharp and sparkling and he soon showed himself to be
a clever little fellow, who always knew well what he was about.
One day, as the woodman was getting ready to go into the wood
to cut fuel, he said, "I wish I had some one to bring the cart
after me, for I want to make haste." "Oh, father!" cried
Thumbling, "I will take care of that; the cart shall be in the
wood by the time you want it." Then the woodman laughed and
said, "How can that be? You cannot reach up to the horse's
bridle." "Never mind that, father," said Thumbling; "if my
mother will only harness the horse, I will get into his ear,
and tell him which way to go." "Well," said the father, "we
will try for once."</p>
<p>When the time came, the mother harnessed the horse to the
cart, and put Thumbling into its ear; and as he sat there, the
little man told the beast how to go, crying out, "Go on," and
"Stop," as he wanted; so the horse went on just as if the
woodman had driven it himself into the wood. It happened that,
as the horse was going a little too fast, and Thumbling was
calling out "Gently, gently!" two strangers came up. "What an
odd thing that is!" said one, "there is a cart going along, and
I heard a carter talking to the horse but can see no one."
"That is strange," said the other; "let us follow the cart and
see where it goes." So they went on into the wood, till at last
they came to the place where the woodman was. Then Thumbling,
seeing his father, cried out, "See, father, here I am, with the
cart, all right and safe; now take me down." So his father took
hold of the horse with one hand, and with the other took his
son out of the ear; then he put him down upon a straw, where he
sat as merry as you please. The two strangers were all this
time looking on, and did not know what to say for wonder. At
last one took the other aside and said, "That little urchin
will make our fortune if we can get him, and carry him about
from town to town as <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page127" id="page127"></SPAN></span> a show; we must buy him."
So they went to the woodman and asked him what he would take
for the little man: "He will be better off," said they,
"with us than with you." "I won't sell him at all," said the
father, "my own flesh and blood is dearer to me than all the
silver and gold in the world." But Thumbling, hearing of the
bargain they wanted to make, crept up his father's coat to
his shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "Take the money,
father, and let them have me; I'll soon come back to
you."</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="500" src="images/127.png" alt="Running" /></div>
<p>So the woodman at last agreed to sell Thumbling to the
strangers for a large piece of gold. "Where do you like to
sit?" said one of them. "Oh! put me on the rim of your hat,
that will be a nice gallery for me; I can walk about there, and
see the country as we <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page128" id="page128"></SPAN></span> go along." So they did as
he wished; and when Thumbling had taken leave of his father,
they carried him away with them. They journeyed on till it
began to be dusky, and then the little man said, "Let me get
down, I'm tired." So the man took off his hat and set him
down on a clod of earth in a ploughed field by the side of
the road, But Thumbling ran about amongst the furrows, and
at last slipped into a mouse-hole. "Good-night, masters,"
said he, "I'm off! mind and look sharp after me the next
time." They ran directly to the place, and poked the ends of
their sticks into the mouse-hole, but all in vain; Thumbling
only crawled further and further in, and at last it became
quite dark, so they were obliged to go their way without
their prize, as sulky as you please.</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="500" src="images/128.png" alt="Looking in the window" /></div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page129" id="page129"></SPAN></span>
<p>When Thumbling found they were gone, he came out of his
hiding-place. "What dangerous walking it is," said he, "in this
ploughed field! If I were to fall from one of these great
clods, I should certainly break my neck." At last, by good
chance, he found a large empty snail-shell. "This is lucky,"
said he, "I can sleep here very well," and in he crept. Just as
he was falling asleep he heard two men passing, and one said to
the other, "How shall we manage to steal that rich parson's
silver and gold?" "I'll tell you," cried Thumbling. "What noise
was that?" said the thief, frightened. "I am sure I heard some
one speak." They stood still listening, and Thumbling said,
"Take me with you, and I'll soon show you how to get the
parson's money." "But where are you?" said they. "Look about on
the ground," answered he, "and listen where the sound comes
from." At last the thieves found him out, and lifted him up in
their hands. "You little urchin!" said they, "what can you do
for us?" "Why, I can get between the iron window-bars of the
parson's house, and throw you out whatever you want." "That's a
good thought," said the thieves: "come along, we shall see what
you can do."</p>
<p>When they came to the parson's house, Thumbling slipped
through the window-bars into the room, and then called out as
loudly as he could bawl, "Will you have all that is here?" At
this the thieves were frightened, and said "Softly, softly,
speak low that you may not awaken anybody." But Thumbling
pretended not to understand them, and bawled out again, "How
much will you have? Shall I throw it all out?" Now the cook lay
in the next room, and hearing a noise she raised herself in her
bed and listened. Meanwhile the thieves were frightened, and
ran off to a little distance; but at last they plucked up
courage, and said, "The little urchin is only trying to make
fools of us." So they came back and whispered softly to him,
saying, "Now, let us have no more of your jokes, but throw out
some of the money." Then Thumbling called out as loudly as he
could, "Very well; hold out your hands, here it comes." The
cook heard this quite plainly, so she sprang out of bed and ran
to open the door. The thieves rushed off as if a wolf were at
their heels; <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page130" id="page130"></SPAN></span> and the maid, having groped
about and found nothing, went away for a light. By the time
she returned, Thumbling had slipped off into the barn; and
when the cook had looked about and searched every hole and
corner, and found nobody, she went to bed, thinking she must
have been dreaming with her eyes open. The little man
crawled about in the hay-loft, and at last found a glorious
place to finish his night's rest in; so he laid himself
down, meaning to sleep till daylight, and then find his way
home to his father and mother. But, alas! how cruelly was he
disappointed! what crosses and sorrows happen in this world!
The cook got up early, before daybreak, to feed the cows:
she went straight to the hay loft, and carried away a large
bundle of hay with the little man in the middle of it fast
asleep. He still, however, slept on, and did not wake till
he found himself in the mouth of the cow, who had taken him
up with a mouthful of hay: "Good lack-a-day!" said he, "how
did I manage to tumble into the mill?" But he soon found out
where he really was, and was obliged to have all his wits
about him in order that he might not get <!--blank page-->
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page132" id="page132"></SPAN></span> between the cow's teeth,
and so be crushed to death. At last she swallowed him down.
"It is rather dark here," said he; "they forgot to build
windows in this room to let the sun in; a candle would be no
bad thing."</p>
<div class="figleft"
style="width:70%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="400" src="images/130.png" alt="Thumbling getting small" /></div>
<p>Though he made the best of his bad luck, he did not like his
quarters at all; and the worst of it was, that more and more
hay was always coming down, and the space in which he was
became smaller and smaller. At last he cried out as loudly as
he could, "Don't bring me any more hay! Don't bring me any more
hay!" The maid happened to be just then milking the cow, and
hearing someone speak and seeing nobody, and yet being quite
sure it was the same voice that she had heard in the night, she
was so much frightened that she fell off her stool and overset
the milk-pail. She ran off as fast as she could to her master,
the parson, and said, "Sir, sir, the cow is talking!" But the
parson said, "Woman, thou art surely mad!" However, he went
with her into the cow-house to see what was the matter.
Scarcely had they set their feet on the threshold when
Thumbling called out, "Don't bring me any more hay!" Then the
parson himself was frightened; and thinking the cow was surely
bewitched, ordered that she should be killed directly. So the
cow was killed, and the part in which Thumbling lay was thrown
away.</p>
<p>Thumbling soon set himself to work to get out, which was not
a very easy task; but at last, just as he had made room to get
his head through, a new misfortune befell him: a hungry wolf
passed by and swallowed Thumbling and all, at a single gulp,
and ran away. Thumbling, however, was not disheartened; and
thinking the wolf would not dislike having some chat with him
as he was going along, he called out, "My good friend, I can
show you a famous treat." "Where's that?" said the wolf. "In
such and such a house," said Thumbling, describing his father's
house, "you can crawl through the drain into the kitchen, and
there you will find cakes, ham, beef, and everything your heart
can desire." The wolf did not want to be asked twice; so that
very night he went to the house and crawled through the drain
into the kitchen, and ate and drank there
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page133" id="page133"></SPAN></span> to his heart's content. As
soon as he was satisfied, he wanted to get away; but he had
eaten so much that he could not get out the same way that he
came in. This was just what Thumbling had reckoned upon; and
he now began to set up a great shout, making all the noise
he could. "Will you be quiet?" said the wolf, "you'll awaken
everybody in the house." "What's that to me?" said the
little man, "you have had your frolic, now I've a mind to be
merry myself;" and he began again singing and shouting as
loudly as he could.</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="457" src="images/131.png" alt="THE WOODMAN AND HIS WIFE, BEING AWAKENED BY THE NOISE," />
<br/>
"THE WOODMAN AND HIS WIFE, BEING AWAKENED BY THE
NOISE,<br/>
PEEPED THROUGH A CRACK IN THE DOOR."</div>
<p>The woodman and his wife, being awakened by the noise,
peeped through a crack in the door; but when they saw that the
wolf was there, you may well suppose that they were terribly
frightened; and the woodman ran for his axe, and gave his wife
a scythe. "Now do you stay behind," said the woodman; "and when
I have knocked him on the head, do you cut him open with the
scythe." Thumbling heard all this, and said, "Father, father! I
am here; the wolf has swallowed me;" and his father said,
"Heaven be praised! we have found our dear child again;" and he
told his wife not to use the scythe, for fear she should hurt
him. Then he aimed a great blow, and struck the wolf on the
head, and killed him on the spot; and when he was dead they cut
open his body and set Thumbling free. "Ah!" said the father,
"what fears we have had for you!" "Yes, father," answered he,
"I have travelled all over the world, since we parted, in one
way or other; and now I am very glad to get fresh air again."
"Why, where have you been?" said the father. "I have been in a
mouse-hole, in a snail-shell, down a cow's throat, and inside
the wolf; and yet here I am again safe and sound." "Well," said
they, "we will not sell you again for all the riches in the
world." So they hugged and kissed their dear little son, and
gave him plenty to eat and drink, and fetched new clothes for
him, for his old ones were quite spoiled on his
journey.</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page134" id="page134"></SPAN></span>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="500" src="images/134.png" alt="From THE GOOSE GIRL" /><br/>
<br/>
From "THE GOOSE GIRL"</div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page135" id="page135"></SPAN></span> <br/>
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<div class="figcenter"
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<ANTIMG width-obs="600" src="images/139.png" alt="From Children's Stories from Tennyson." />
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<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page140" id="page140"></SPAN></span>
<div class="figleft"
style="width:50%;">
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<p>Translated from the original, and adapted by Miss Seraphima
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valuable as giving an insight into Russian life and habits. The
illustrations possess all that delicacy and beauty which is
characteristic of the artist. Printed on rough art paper. 12
full-page colour plates. 144 pp. letterpress, crown 4to.</p>
<h3>CHILDREN'S STORIES FROM INDIAN LEGENDS</h3>
<h5>BY M. DOROTHY BELGRAVE AND HILDA HART</h5>
<h5>ILLUSTRATED BY HARRY G. THEAKER</h5>
<p>Written with much feeling and charm, while the artist has
delineated the episodes with strikingly beautiful drawings in
colour and black and white, this book is also popular as
furthering the knowledge of a land and people so closely bound
in the heart of the British Empire. Printed on rough art paper.
12 full-page colour plates. 144 pp. letterpress, crown
4to.</p>
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<h3>CHILDREN'S STORIES FROM FRENCH FAIRY TALES</h3>
<h5>BY DORIS ASHLEY</h5>
<h5>ILLUSTRATED BY MABEL LUCIE ATTWELL</h5>
<p>Tales to be read with breathless interest, so full of
incident and romance are they, and in dealing with them the
writer has shown consummate tact, both in her choice of stories
and her manner of handling them, and this, combined with the
wholly fascinating illustrations, in colour and black and
white, has resulted in an altogether lovely volume. Printed on
rough art paper. 12 full-page colour plates. 144 pp.
letterpress, crown 4to.</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<p><i>From "Children's Stories from French Fairy
Tales"</i></p>
<p> </p>
<ANTIMG width-obs="600" src="images/141.png" alt="From Children's Stories from French Fairy Tales" /></div>
<h3>CHILDREN'S STORIES FROM THE NORTHERN LEGENDS</h3>
<h5>BY M. DOROTHY BELGRAVE AND HILDA HART</h5>
<h5>ILLUSTRATED BY HARRY G. THEAKER</h5>
<p>Those entrancing legends of the Icelandic and Scandinavian
poets are here recounted in a cohesive and lucid style suitable
for boys and girls, thus in an easy way introducing the famous
and fantastic heroes and heroines of Norse Mythology. The
beautiful colour pictures, with the black and white drawings,
are full of poetry and interest. Printed on rough art paper. 12
full-page colour plates. 144 pp. letterpress, crown
4to.</p>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page142" id="page142"></SPAN></span>
<div class="figleft"
style="width:60%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="400" src="images/142.png" alt="From Alice in Wonderland" />
<p class="author"><i>From<br/>
"Alice in Wonderland"</i></p>
</div>
<h3>CHILDREN'S STORIES FROM LONGFELLOW</h3>
<h5>BY DORIS ASHLEY</h5>
<h5>(NEW EDITION)</h5>
<p>An admirable collection of the most famous poems,
delightfully translated into prose, and profusely illustrated
with exquisite pictures in colour and black and white by Harold
Copping, A. Dixon, M. Bowley and others, rendering the readers
anxious for, and appreciative of, such poems as "The Golden
Legend," "Evangeline," and "Hiawatha," which, with other
favourites, are placed before them in this attractive guise. To
this new edition more pictures have been added. Printed on
rough art paper. 10 full-page colour plates. 144 pp.
letterpress, crown 4to.</p>
<h3>CHILDREN'S STORIES FROM ENGLISH HISTORY</h3>
<h5>TOLD BY E. NESBIT AND DORIS ASHLEY</h5>
<p>Some of the most noteworthy and interesting historical
events woven into entertaining stories, and so of great value
in indelibly impressing them upon the mind. The volume is
charmingly illustrated throughout by the late John H. Bacon,
A.R.A., Howard Davie, M. Bowley, and other popular artists.
Printed on rough art paper. 9 full-page colour plates. 144 pp.
letterpress, crown 4to.</p>
<h3>CHILDREN'S STORIES FROM THE POETS</h3>
<h5>BY M. DOROTHY BELGRAVE AND HILDA HART</h5>
<h5>ILLUSTRATED BY FRANK ADAMS</h5>
<p>Characters and incidents in the works of Chaucer, Pope,
Keats, Milton, Browning, and other great poets, teeming with
interest, and with which all minds should be conversant, are
here presented in extremely fascinating prose narrative,
beautifully illustrated in colour and black and white by Frank
Adams. Printed on rough art paper. 12 full-page colour plates.
144 pp. letterpress, crown 4to.</p>
<h3>ALICE IN WONDERLAND</h3>
<h5>ILLUSTRATED BY MABEL LUCIE ATTWELL</h5>
<p>An exceptionally attractive edition of the popular Fairy
Tale by Lewis Carroll, characteristically and charmingly
illustrated with many black and white drawings and full-page
colour plates. This story, which will hold its own as long as
dreams are dreamed, is here presented in a worthy setting, and
one which will meet with universal approbation. Printed on
rough art paper. 12 full-page colour plates. 152 pp.
letterpress, crown
4to.</p>
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<h3>CHILDREN'S STORIES FROM DICKENS</h3>
<h5>BY MARY ANGELA DICKENS</h5>
<h5>ILLUSTRATED BY HAROLD COPPING</h5>
<p>The child interest from some of Dickens' masterpieces is
here depicted afresh, and told in simple and charming language
by his grand-daughter, Mary Angela Dickens, and other writers,
with an introduction by Percy Fitzgerald, the friend of, and
eminent authority on, Charles Dickens. The stories of Little
David Copperfield, Little Nell, Tiny Tim, Little Paul Dombey,
etc., etc., are here narrated, all being profusely illustrated.
Printed on rough art paper 11 full-page coloured plates. 144
pp. letterpress, crown 4to.</p>
<h3>CHILDREN'S STORIES FROM SCOTT</h3>
<h5>BY DORIS ASHLEY</h5>
<h5>ILLUSTRATED BY HAROLD C. EARNSHAW</h5>
<p>The histories of Sir Walter Scott's most popular characters
condensed into short stories, and thus adapted as an
interesting introduction to the Scott classics, so worthily
considered a part of the education of every up-to-date boy and
girl. These tales are admirably illustrated with numerous
drawings in colour and black and white. Printed on rough art
paper. 12 full-page colour plates. 144 pp. letterpress, crown
4to.</p>
<h3>CHILDREN'S STORIES FROM THE ARABIAN NIGHTS</h3>
<h5>BY ROSE YEATMAN WOOLF</h5>
<h5>ILLUSTRATED BY HARRY G. THEAKER</h5>
<p>An admirable collection of the most popular tales, carefully
compiled so as to form an entirely delightful and charming
volume. The book is beautifully illustrated with pictures
gorgeous in their Eastern colours, and innumerable black and
white drawings. Printed on rough art paper. 12 full-page colour
plates. 144 pp. letterpress, crown 4to.</p>
<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<p class="author"><i>From<br/>
"Children's<br/>
Stories from<br/>
Dickens"</i></p>
<ANTIMG width-obs="600" src="images/143.png" alt="From Children's Stories from Dickens" /></div>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page144" id="page144"></SPAN></span>
<h3>THE RAPHAEL HOUSE LIBRARY OF GIFT BOOKS</h3>
<h5>Edited by CAPTAIN EDRIC VREDENBURG</h5>
<blockquote class="note">
<p>Thirty beautiful Volumes, profusely illustrated in
colour and black and white. Pictorial Boards, Cloth Back,
or Cloth. Bevelled, Gilt Edges. Crown 4to.</p>
<p><b>TALES OF THE ALHAMBRA</b>. By WASHINGTON IRVING.
Illustrated by H.M. BROCK. 12 full-page colour plates.
144pp.</p>
<p>"<b>ANIMAL LEGENDS FROM MANY LANDS</b>." By ROSE YEATMAN
WOOLF. Illustrated by EDWIN NOBLE. 12 full-page colour
plates. 144 pp.</p>
<p><b>TALES OF KING ARTHUR AND THE KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND
TABLE</b>. By DORIS ASHLEY. Illustrated by A.A. DIXON. 12
full-page colour plates. 144 pp.</p>
<p><b>MY BOOK OF FAVOURITE FAIRY TALES</b>. By CAPT. EDRIC
VREDENBURG and others. Illustrated by JENNIE HARBOUR. 12
full-page colour plates. 144pp.</p>
<p><b>CHILDREN'S STORIES FROM OLD BRITISH LEGENDS</b>. By
M. DOROTHY BELGRAVE and HILDA HART. Illustrated by HARRY G.
THEAKER. 10 full-page colour plates. 144 pp.</p>
<p><b>CHILDREN'S STORIES FROM FRENCH FAIRY TALES</b>. By
DORIS ASHLEY. Illustrated by MABEL LUCIE ATTWELL. 12
full-page colour plates. 144 pp.</p>
<p><b>CHILDREN'S STORIES FROM ITALIAN FAIRY TALES AND
LEGENDS</b>. By LILIA ROMANO. Illustrated by HOWARD DAVIE
12 full-page colour plates. 144pp.</p>
<p><b>CHILDREN'S STORIES FROM INDIAN LEGENDS</b>. By M.
DOROTHY BELGRAVE and HILDA HART. Illustrated by H.G.
THEAKER. 12 full-page colour plates. 144pp.</p>
<p><b>CHILDREN'S STORIES FROM JAPANESE FAIRY TALES AND
LEGENDS</b>. Translated and adapted by N. KATO. Illustrated
by H.G. THEAKER. 10 full-page colour plates. 144 pp.</p>
<p><b>CHILDREN'S STORIES FROM ROUMANIAN FAIRY TALES AND
LEGENDS</b> By Dr. M. GASTER, Ph.D., late President of the
English Folk-lore Society, &c. Illustrated by C.E.
BROCK. 12 full-page colour plates. 144 pp.</p>
<p><b>CHILDREN'S STORIES FROM RUSSIAN FAIRY TALES AND
LEGENDS</b>. Translated and adapted by SERAPHIMA PULMAN.
Illustrated by ARTHUR A. DIXON. 12 full-page colour plates.
144pp.</p>
<p><b>CHILDREN'S STORIES FROM THE NORTHERN LEGENDS</b>. By
M. DOROTHY BELGRAVE and HILDA HART. Illustrated by HARRY G.
THEAKER. 12 full-page colour plates. 152 pp.</p>
<p><b>CHILDREN'S STORIES FROM SCOTT</b>. By DORIS ASHLEY.
Illustrated by HAROLD C. EARNSHAW. 12 full-page colour
plates. 144 pp.</p>
<p><b>CHILDREN'S STORIES FROM THE POETS</b>. By M. DOROTHY
BELGRAVE and HILDA HART. Illustrated by FRANK ADAMS. 12
full-page colour plates. 152pp.</p>
<p><b>CHILDREN'S STORIES FROM ENGLISH HISTORY</b>. By E.
NESBIT and DORIS ASHLEY. Illustrated by JOHN H. BACON,
A.R.A., HOWARD DAVIE, and others. 9 full-page colour
plates. 144pp.</p>
<p><b>CHILDREN'S STORIES FROM THE ARABIAN NIGHTS</b>. By
ROSE YEATMAN WOOLF. Illustrated by H.G. THEAKER 12
full-page colour plates. 144 pp.</p>
<p><b>CHILDREN'S STORIES FROM DICKENS</b>. By MARY ANGELA
DICKENS. Illustrated by HAROLD COPPING. 11 full-page colour
plates. 144 pp.</p>
<p><b>CHILDREN'S STORIES FROM SHAKESPEARE</b>. By E.
NESBIT. Illustrated by J.H. BACON, A.R.A., HOWARD DAVIE,
and H. COPPING. 10 full-page colour plates. 144 pp.</p>
<p><b>CHILDREN'S STORIES FROM TENNYSON</b>. By NORA
CHESSON. Illustrated by JOHN H. BACON, A.R.A., ARTHUR
DIXON, HAROLD COPPING, and other artists. 10 full-page
colour plates. 144pp.</p>
<p><b>CHILDREN'S STORIES FROM LONGFELLOW</b>. By DORIS
ASHLEY. Illustrated by A.A. DIXON, H. COPPING, and others.
10 full-page colour plates. 144 pp.</p>
<p><b>GLORIOUS BATTLES OF ENGLISH HISTORY</b>. By Major
C.H. WYLLY. With Foreword by Sir ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE.
Illustrated by HARRY PAYNE. 12 full-page colour plates. 144
pp.</p>
<p><b>THE WATER BABIES</b>. By CHARLES KINGSLEY. Abridged
Edition. Illustrated by MABEL LUCIE ATTWELL. 12 full-page
colour plates. 144pp.</p>
<p><b>HANS ANDERSEN'S FAIRY TALES</b>. Illustrated by MABEL
LUCIE ATTWELL. 12 full-page colour plates. 144 pp.</p>
<p><b>GRIMM'S FAIRY TALES</b>. Illustrated by MABEL LUCIE
ATTWELL. 12 full-page colour plates. 144 pp.</p>
<p><b>ALICE IN WONDERLAND</b>. By LEWIS CARROLL.
Illustrated by MABEL LUCIE ATTWELL. 12 full-page colour
plates. 152pp.</p>
<p><b>MOTHER GOOSE</b>. Illustrated by MABEL LUCIE ATTWELL.
12 full-page colour plates. 144 pp.</p>
<p><b>ÆSOP'S FABLES</b>. Illustrated by EDWIN NOBLE. 12
full-page colour plates. 144pp.</p>
<p><b>CURLY HEADS AND LONG LEGS</b>. Stories by the Editor,
GRACE C. FLOYD, and others. Illustrated by HILDA COWHAM. 12
full-page colour plates. 144 pp.</p>
<p><b>GOLDEN LOCKS AND PRETTY FROCKS</b>. Stories by NORMAN
GALE, GRACE C. FLOYD, the Editor, and others. Illustrated
by AGNES RICHARDSON. 12 full-page colour plates. 144pp.</p>
<p><b>TINKER, TAILOR</b>. Stories by Captain EDRIC
VREDENBURG. Illustrated by Louis WAIN. 12 full-page colour
plates. 144pp.</p>
<p class="ctr"><i>Raphael Tuck and Sons, Ltd., London,
Paris, New York.</i><br/>
<i>Publishers by special appointment to Their Majesties
the King and Queen</i>.</p>
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