Front Cover
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 List of Illustrations
 The sleeping beauty
 The three wishes
 The witch of the wood
 Little Red Riding Hood
 The wonderful story of little...
 Orange and lemon
 Old Mother Goose
 Jack's luck
 Cinderella; or, the glass...
 Puss in boots
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Fairy tales told again
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Title: Fairy tales told again
Uniform Title: Puss in Boots
Sleeping Beauty
Little Red Riding Hood
Physical Description: 144, 8 p. : ill. ; 25 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Doré, Gustave, 1832-1883 ( Illustrator )
Cassell, Petter, Galpin & Co
Belle Sauvage Works ( Printer )
Publisher: Cassell, Petter, Galpin & Co.
Place of Publication: London ;
Paris ;
New York
Manufacturer: Belle Sauvage Works
Publication Date: [187-?]
Edition: 8th ed.
Subjects / Keywords: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1875   ( lcsh )
Publishers' catalogues -- 1875   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1875
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
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novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
France -- Paris
United States -- New York -- New York
Statement of Responsibility: by the author of "Little red shoes," &c. ; illustrated by Gustave Doré.
General Note: Publisher's catalogue follows text.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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    Front Cover
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    List of Illustrations
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    The sleeping beauty
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    The witch of the wood
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    Little Red Riding Hood
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    The wonderful story of little Bridget
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    Orange and lemon
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    Old Mother Goose
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    Jack's luck
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"What beautiful white wool you are making there!" 21
"The ruins of what appeared to have been a magnificent building" 24
" For round the doorway was gathered a group of huntsmen" .27
"'Halloa!' he exclaimed, as he caught sight of a sleeping form stretched across the doorway" 30
"A melancholy sight indeed-a large banqueting-hall, filled with sleeping figures" 33
"And at last he ran with all his might towards the Sleeping Beauty" 36
"'Which way are you going?' inquired the Wolf, when they came to a place in the wood
where two pathways met" 54
" But this did not protect her long, for the Wolf pulled them off again, and leaping on to a
stool placed by the bed-side, jumped from thence on to the bed" 58
"She could not help noticing how strangely her grandmother seemed to be altered" 61
"The husband and wife sat some time longer, gazing moodily into the fire" 74
"He soon filled his pockets with the pebbles within reach" .78
" He dropped one of his little white pebbles, and so left a trail behind him by which to find
his way back" 81
"The next moment he was mounted on a high branch, anxiously scanning the surrounding
country" .. 85
"The figure of a very big woman appeared at the top of a long flight of stone steps which
led up to the door" 88
"'Ho, ho!' he exclaimed, gleefully, as he dragged all the youngsters from their hiding-place" 91
"And with a tremendous tug, which threw him on to his back, succeeded in pulling off one
of the Seven League Boots" .95
" Then the old woman took the pumpkin, and cutting a piece off the top, began scooping out
the pithy inside" 11
"The Prince seemed mightily taken with the beautiful stranger" 118
" It slipped on quite easily, and fitted perfectly" 124
"Then Puss ran wildly to and'fro on the banks of the stream" 130
"The labourers, one and all, took their sickles from out the grass, and prostrated themselves
almost to the ground" 134
"Situated on a wooded eminence, and peeping out here and there among the trees, a
magnificent castle" 137
"What do you want here?' thundered the ogre, when he perceived Puss bowing and scraping
before him" IAo



SOME, my dears, come and listen to me !"
No sooner did Grandmamma say this, than all the
Little people in the nursery left their pretty little games,
and swarmed around Grandmamma's great big chair.
First, little Lina, with the large blue eyes, whose
pretty round chin just came up comfortably above her Grand-
mother's knee, at which she sat herself down, with her mouth
ready to receive every precious word.
Next, flaxen-haired Johnny, leading along his big dog on four
wheels-a genuine Maltese terrier, with real wool on his back-
and led by a strap of leather, which was as real as a strap can
possibly be.
Then came handsome young Maudie, who had long golden
hair that went in large curls all down her shoulders and back.
The vain little puss had been trying on a grand white feather,
and had been much engaged in the delicious thought of how she
would have looked in the glass up-stairs, but at the magic words,
"Come and listen!" she instantly forgot her own charms, for she
knew that from her dear old Granny's lips she should hear some-
thing worth hearing and altogether delightful.
Then bonny little Georgie (and he was a bonny little boy), who
had been amusing himself and his merry sister beside him with
a figure of Punch," he too sat down very attentively, with his


long-nosed friend reclining gracefully upon his knees, and merry
sister Grace's arms about his neck.
And Master Willie, eight years old last birthday, and quite
a man, strode from his corner with a slow and stately step-for
was he not (in height and years, at least) above all the others ?-
came and climbed on to 'the back of Grandmamma's chair, as
being the most dignified position he could find.
And tiny Lily, youngest and baby of them all, was made a
queen for the occasion, and had Grandmamma's knee for her
throne; for was she not the pet, and the dearest little mite that
ever toddled on a floor?
And then Mamma, who was most happy when her dear- little
children were happy, stood there too, to hear all the stories and
fun; and I have no doubt that while she listened, her loving heart
went back to the old times when she was a little toddler, and sat
in the very same beloved lap that tiny Lily was sitting in, and all
to hear about the same wonderful things.
And last of all there is why, you yourself, dear little
reader, just as ready to listen as they; and, wonderful to tell, with
the whole happy family, Grandmamma and all, upon your own
little knees, and with the very book she is reading placed right
before your eyes. So don't you think that with these ad-
vantages you ought to be the happiest and merriest of them all?
I do.
But you are all children, and cannot still your active little
tongues all at once and together. In fact, there. is quite a
hubbub, so that Grandmamma is obliged to say, S-s-s-h! I did
not say, 'Come here and make as much noise as you can;' I said,
'Come and listen to me."'
"But, Grandmamma," says little Lina, "what is it to
be about?"
"Wait a little, my dear, and you shall hear."
"And, oh, Grandmamma says Maudie, "is it to be about
grand ladies with- "
"You shall hear, you shall hear; just listen, my dear."


And, Gran'ma, dear," cries bonny little Georgie, "will there
be any little men with funny noses ?"
"You should not ask questions," replies Grandmamma,
patting the open pages of the book. "This is a book of
wonderful fairy tales, all about people who go to sleep."
That's not so wonderful!" puts in Master Willie, "I go to
sleep every night."
"Yes, yes, my boy, but not for- Now do be quiet, like
good children, and you'll hear all about it."
"Does it say anything about wild beasts?" asks Johnny,
who up to this time had been as quiet as his own little Maltese
Yes, my love, that it does; and about strange little boys and
girls, and great men and little men, and pretty ladies and ugly
ones, and fairies that do good deeds and witches that do bad deeds,
and vice versd."
Oh, what's 'vicey verser?'" asks merry sister Gracie, with her
little fat arms still round George's neck.
Vice versd, my dear," replies Grandmamma, rather puzzled
at the question, means anything that's just the opposite of what
you say at first."
Here all t'he children open their eyes very wide, and tiny Lily,
who all this time has been snuggling in Grandmamma's lap,
makes signs of wishing to say something.
"I sink- ," she begins.
"Well, my pet?"
"I sink you's goin'--'
What to do, pet?"
"To tell a taully."
"Why, of course, wicked little puss; that's just what I ani
going to do. But if you'll not waste the time you shall have
more than one story. And although you may be amused, as I am
sure you will be, every one of these wonderful stories will have
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something in, it besides, to teach you what is beautiful and good;
and so each of you must listen attentively to find out all the
beautiful things and the good things you can as I go on. Now
these are very old, old stories, written years and years before you or
I were born, so there must be something very nice about them for
them to have lasted so long. Now then, I will tell you about the
'Sleeping Beauty."'
But here they all grow clamorous again, and Grandmamma is
quite bewildered, but at last hits upon a plan to restore order
once more.
Now all say after me," says she, Hush I"
Hush !" says Mamma.
Hush!" says Master Willie.
"Hush!" says Maudie.
Hush!" says Lina.
"Hush!" says Johnnie.
"Hush!" says merry Gracie.
"Hush!" says little Georgie.
Hush!" says tiny Lily.
"Hush!" say You>


NCE upon a time, my dears-which means, for anything
I know to the contrary, the year one thousand, one
hundred, and one, of the age of this beautiful world-
there lived a certain great and glorious King, whose do-
minions stretched for many miles north, south, east, and
west of his palace, and were bounded only by the deep, wide,
blue sea.


Now this great King had a beautiful Queen to sit at his side;
and both of them had, within a little time of their marriage, a
sweet little daughter given them to pet and take all possible
care of, and everybody sang the praises of this charming tiny
princess-first, because she was such a pretty little mite;
secondly, because she was heiress to the throne of a great
kingdom; and, thirdly, because it pleased the great King and
the beautiful Queen to hear them.
In those days lived a wonderful and very powerful race of
beings called Fairies, and these Fairies held great control over
the destinies of the human race. They had a knack of taking
unaccountable likes and dislikes to certain people with whom
they took pains to be acquainted. They would attach themselves
to the fortunes-good or evil-of such people, and follow them
unremittingly to the end of their days. Some of the Fairies
were by nature good-others evil. Happy was he who had a
good one at his back, for his life was then sure to be all that
mortal man could wish; but unhappy indeed was that one who
was followed in his path by a wicked Fairy, for nothing but
misfortune would then be his lot in this world.
Most of these Sprites were very fickle and freakish, using
their' powers at random, and caring but little for the good or
bad results of their waywardness. Some of their doings you
shall hear of presently.
Of these wonderful beings there were several kinds. There
were the little Fairies, who slept in the bells and cups of flowers,
and danced in the meadows by moonlight, and I think the queen
of fairies must have lived in a violet. There were the Goblins,
who took all sorts of queer fantastic shapes, and played all
sorts of mischievous tricks upon mankind. Then there were
the Gnomes, horrid giants of creatures, the mere sight of whom
would frighten an honest man out of his senses-creatures who
could topple over whole cities as easily as you could break a
throstle's egg. And there were the Kelpies and Brownies, and
ever so many other kinds of naughty spirits, who thought


nothing of scaring a poor child out of its wits, and then
devouring it with the' most heartless satisfaction. So don't you
think, on the whole, we are better off for having none of these
fairy beings about us nowadays ?
But I. was nearly forgetting the great King, the beautiful
Queen, and the lovely Princess.
About a month afterthe birth of the little Princess Royal, the
King and Queen, her parents, determined to have a grand
christening, to which all the nobility of the kingdom should be
invited. This of course was an impditant event, so the royal
pair held a long consultation upon it.
After they had been consulting for exactly three days and a
quarter, they came to the question of godfathers and god-
"And now," said his Majesty, what about a godfather? for
the baby being a girl, you know, they wanted only one.
If your Majesty will not be godfather yourself," replied the
Queen, "I do not know a fitter person than my Lord Arch-
bishop of Galopinter."
"Very good," said the King; "it shall be done." (" Very
good," by-the-bye, was a pet phrase of the King's, as also was It
shall be done."). "And that being settled," continued his Majesty,
"what about the godmothers ?"..
"To have things as they should be," replied the Queen, we
ought to have twelve godmothers."
"What exclaimed the King. "Twelve of them-a dozen!
I never heard of such a thing in my life!"
Is it possible ?" returned the Queen, lifting up her beautiful
eyebrows; "I had twelve godmothers."
This is the first time you have mentioned such a thing," said
the King. "I call it a great division of responsibility Never
mind, though, if you wish it. Very good, it shall be done."
I am very much obliged to your Majesty," said the Queen,
with a most lovely smile; and now I may add that my twelve
godmothers were Fairies."


You don't say so!" gasped the bewildered Monarch; and
if I may ask a question so rude, what are you driving at?"
Simply this,, that one of my godmothers has intimated to
me in a dream that twelve of her tribe are willing to stand for
our little daughter."
Hum-ha," murmured the Monarch, slowly and thought-
fully; adding, "Well, I must smoke a pipe over this, and let
you know." And when he had smoked a pipe over it he let
her know by saying, "Very good, it shall be done."


@UT I must tell you all about how the Fairy godmothers
were chosen. It was on a beautiful moonlit night-
when all the grass and the ferns and the palm-trees above
shone like silver, and the little brooks running hither and
thither sparkled like millions of diamonds-that the Fairy
tribe (all lady Fairies, I must mention) assembled in solemn con-
clave to decide upon the question, of godmothers. Now there were
to be two grand christenings on the same day, and at the same
hour of the morning; and besides the twelve godmothers who
had to be chosen for the Princess I am telling you about, twelve
others were to stand for the infant prince who was son and heir to
another mighty king, ruling over a vast tract of country, which,
for all I can tell, went by the name of Somewhere Else. Now
all the Fairies in this particular tribe numbered only twenty-five.
There was therefore no little difficulty in selecting the godmothers
for both christenings, because, you see, twelve and twelve being
twenty-four, it was like a game of odd-one-out, and in this case a
very unpleasant game it was, for one of the number must be made
to feel very uncomfortable at being left alone ; so you will not feel
so very much astonished when I tell you there was a very sharp
discussion on this point-who was to be left behind ? No one was


found self-denying enough to be odd one of. her own accord. So,
after chattering a good deal, till the moon was just ready to sink,
they resolved to settle the question by drawing lots. It was Fairy
Crowsfoot who proposed this plan, and what was her horror,
dismay, and anger, when all the others were successful, and she
herself the one unlucky Fairy.
To witness her frenzy and despair at this unexpected blow was
very distressing indeed. She tore her hair that was as fine as
thistle-down, until it blinded for a time the eyes of everybody
present. She shrieked in such a tone that the very field-crickets
quaked in their cases, and quite forgot what part of their tune they
had got to; and she rushed to and fro with such swiftness that the
grasses thought it was the early wind getting up, and sleepily
nodded their little heads to say "Good morning." But it was all of
no avail, her exertions having left her just what she was before-
a disappointed, sulky, and, I fear, revengeful little goose of a Fairy
All at once, however, she was seized with an idea, for she
sprung up from the ground like a lark, and flew and flew (the little
blue speck that she was) on and onward, onward and on, keeping
the palace of the great King in view. And what was this sudden
idea of hers ? Well, you shall hear.


N the morning of the christening, the great King and
the lovely Queen sat down to a quiet breakfast, quite by
S themselves. It can't be said that his Majesty was in the
very best of moods. He growled over his smoked tongue
and choked over his coffee as though something serious had
happened, and he was to be dethroned that day, instead of going
to his own daughter's christening.
What was the matter? Simply this-he had been nudged.
He had been most unceremoniously nudged by the Queen at


exactly half-past four that morning, while he was still in the enjoy-
ment of a sweet, sound sleep. Now I may safely say he was not
at all accustomed to this sort of thing, and above all things hated
to be disturbed in the early morning; so that when the Queen
nudged him his good temper was shaken out of him for at least
six hours.
"My dear," she had said softly.
My dear," a little louder this time.
"What now ?"
I am sorry to disturb you, but I've had a very strange
You're always having strange dreams," the King had growled
out, and turned to sleep again.
May I tell it you ?"
"There you go again; you won't let a fellow sleep! Tell it,
and have done with it."
"I dreamt that something whispered in my ear and said, 'I
am the Fairy Crowsfoot, and am left all alone, so do please invite
me to the christening. I'll bring a most lovely present-indeed I
will.' So I said, I'll ask the King, and if he says "Yes," you may
come and -be one of our privileged guests.' And now, my dear,
may she come?"
"No she mayn't," the King had snapped in reply; "twelve
of them is enough for one party. I don't want thirteen to the
dozen. Now, as you've had your answer, you'll be good enough
to let me go to sleep again."
You will now no longer wonder at the King's behaviour at the
breakfast table, and you will be as thankful as the Queen was that
no one was by to see. But the Queen also watched her husband
with anxiety, for to tell the truth she would gladly have given the
Fairy Crowsfoot another chance of the King's permission to be
present at the feast. By-and-by, however, the King suddenly
smiled, and this sent a ray of hope into the Queen's breast.
My dear," said she., I am glad to see you smile."


It was only a joke that just occurred to me, but I fancy Ieve
heard it before. G-r-r-r-humph "
Notwithstanding the concluding, growl, her Majesty took
May it please your Majesty," she began, and looked perfectly
But the king had grown used to all that by this time, so he
said shortly, "Well?"
Will your Majesty allow me to venture to allude to- "
G-r-r-r-humph! I remember it all. Enough. Not a word
more I beg. You NUDGED me!"
Poor unfortunate Queen Poor unfortunate Fairy Crowsfoot I
Thus was an invitation to Court lost by a nudge.
Ten o'clock arrived at last, and so did the guests. The twelve
Fairy Godmothers were there, arrayed in the beautiful colours of
their respective flowers, but they had enlarged themselves to one
hundred and forty-four times their natural size, so that now
they were nearly as -big as ordinary women. Hundreds of ladies
were there too, all smiles and silks and satins and velvets, and I
don't know what besides. Hundreds of nobles and knights were
there as well, and with their silver armour and cloth of gold they
looked wonderfully brave and fine.
At a quarter past ten precisely they formed the procession,
and in this manner :
First went the heralds, threescore of them, blowing as loud as
they could with their silver trumpets. They were followed by the
band of the King's life guards. Then came the King and Queen
in their chariot of state, drawn by a hundred white horses Then
came the infant Princess in her nurse's arms in another chariot of
state, drawn by fifty white horses. Immediately after this came
the Fairy Godmothers in their chariots of state, one to each, and
each drawn by fifty white butterflies of the size of a Shetland pony;
and the lords and knights and ladies, in the order of their rank,
brought up the rear.
Thus they came to the chief temple, where the Archbishop


of Galopinter stood -ready to receive them; and oh, dear me!
the splendour of that christening service! How can I describe it ?
And here I don't mind telling you, a secret. I wanted
Monsieur Dor6 to draw a picture of it for you, and when I
asked him he told me that he really did not dare attempt such
a thing, for the brilliancy of the colours would quite spoil his
eyes, and render him unable to do the pictures that came after-
wards. So I can only say that the christening went off to
perfection, and that the party returned in the same order as
By this time-it being now past noon-the King had quite
recovered his usual good-humour; but the Queen was too full
of the christening to think any more about the disappointed Fairy.

HE christening dinner was a triumph of cooking to the
cooks, and -a labour of love to the eaters. If I were to
give you a list of all the things that were put upon the
tables it would run over three or four pages, and that, I think,
would tire you.
At the chief table sat the King, the Queen, my Lord Arch-
bishop, my Lord Chancellor, and the twelve Godmothers. At
the second table sat the Ambassadors and the Officers of State;
and at fifty other tables were the rest of the distinguished guests.
When the feast was over the usual toasts were given, and
of course the toast of the day was the infant Princess, who, I
forgot to tell you, was named Prettipet. Here the Court
minstrels came in with a song specially composed for the
occasion; and, I am sorry to say, I cannot, remember all the
words of it. But just as they were singing-
"And may she spin the whitest wool
That ever spinster span,"
there was a sudden sensation in the hall, for who should march


through the door, with her arms a-kimbo and her wrinkled
face all inflamed with rage, but an ugly old woman, who I
may as well tell you at once was none other than the Fairy
Crowsfoot in disguise. Yes, it was the Fairy Crowsfootl and
she stalked up the hall, elbowing her way, until she reached the
royal table, when she stopped and made this speech:-
Hard-hearted and unmannerly King, you refused to invite
me here just because you didn't like thirteen to the dozen, and
wouldn't be nudged. You think a great deal of your royal
self, I have no doubt, but if you don't mind your 'p's' and 'q's'
I'll humble you yet. And I have no doubt you think a fine
deal of your daughter too. As I came in your stupid fellows
were singing-
'And may she spin the whitest wool
That ever spinster span;'

but mark my words: if she ever lays hands on a spindle before
she's full twenty years old, I'll send you all to sleep for a
hundred years at least, and I know what will wake you up after
that. Only one thing, but I am not going to tell you what it
is." And having finished her speech, the Fairy vanished.
Here was a pretty to-do, to be sure! Nobody thought of any
more festivity after such a speech as that. The twelve Fairy
Godmothers and the Queen all fainted away, and the Lord
Archbishop said he must really be excused. The Lord Chan-
cellor had an important appointment to keep; and all the rest
of the company disappeared without saying Good-bye I"-
Left to himself-for the Queen had been carried to her room,
and the twelve Fairy Godmothers had somehow vanished-the
King, as he looked round the now deserted hall, knitted his
brows, used intemperate language, and was altogether in no
enviable frame of mind. He could only console himself with
hatching such a scheme as should frustrate the evil designs of
the Fairy Crowsfoot; and presently he hit on a plan which he
thought would be most effective. He determined to banish


every spindle out of the land, whether it belonged to high or
low, rich or poor; and, being a person of great determination,
he resolved to carry out his purpose at once, and so sent for
the Royal Chief Crier.
This eminent man appeared very quickly, and with several
large bright tears trickling down his nose. The sight of the tears
greatly irritated the king.
Put an end to your blubbering, man, or it shall be the worse
for you."
"Sire," murmured the official, sinking down on his knees in
terror, I am your most noble Majesty's Royal Chief Crier, and I
hope I know my duty."
Get up," said his Majesty, "or you will spoil the knees of your
breeches. I beg to inform you that your uniform is expensive."
Thus admonished, the Crier raised himself from the dust, and
proceeded to take orders for a royal proclamation.
As soon as he had done so, he went out from the king's
presence, and published throughout the country the following
"O-yes! 0-yes! O-yes! This is to give notice, that our
sovereign lord the King hath made a decree that every man,
woman, or child in this realm who hath possessed, doth possess,
or hereafter may possess, a certain article of industry commonly
called and known as a spindle, shall destroy the same, or cause it
to be destroyed without delay, on pain of instant death."
But at so stern a decree all the people murmured greatly, and
spinsters of high and low degree conspired to stir up their
husbands, brothers, and lovers against it; so for a time you heard
of nothing but mobs and riots, and the life of a courtier was
hardly safe. The rioters went even so far as to pelt the palace
gates with rotten eggs, but the numbers of offenders that were
beheaded every day soon brought the rebels to their senses, and
by degrees quiet was restored once more. In short, within three
months from the date of this decree there was not a spindle to be
seen or heard in all that land.



OW the Princess Prettipet grew from babyhood into
girlhood, and from girlhood into womanhood, and be-
came famed as the most beautiful woman in the world,
SI can only tell you in as many words. Plenty of handsome
Young princes there were to admire her and try to obtain
her for a wife, but for not one of them did Prettipet care in the
least. If she did have any preference it was for the Prince who
was exactly her age, and had been christened on the very same day
(and was heir to the throne of Somewhere Else); yet even he was
rejected by the royal damsel, and he left her father's palace in
disgust, never dreaming that he could forget Prettipet, marry
another princess, and have sons, grandsons, and great grandsons.
Now very shortly after the disappointed Prince left the Court
the King ordained that there should be a great hunting day, and
all the great folks in the kingdom were invited. The Princess,
attended by her gentlewomen, rode out to the meet upon a splendid
white horse. She was within a few days of her twentieth birthday,
and her beauty had reached its full perfection, so the glory of her
appearance put all the other ladies completely in the shade. Her
horsemanship was quite charming, and all the royal visitors
showered compliments upon it. Presently the hunt began, but,
unfortunately, as her favourite was taking his first leap, he
stumbled over a large stone and was badly lamed. Prettipet's
mortification knew no bounds; and although several horsemen
drew up and offered their horses, she would not accept any, but
resolutely set her face homeward.
When she reached the palace she found it quite deserted, not a
soul was to be seen, so she had to content herself with listlessly
rambling through the palace grounds, and this she did for several
hours. Ever and anon she could hear the horns of the huntsmen
sounding very faintly, and after a long time she could fancy they
were coming nearer, and approaching the palace. Then she






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"What beautiful white wool you are making there "

" The ruins of what appeared to have been a magnificent building."


thought she could hear a low, persistent, rumbling sound, which
seemed to come from within. Was it fancy? No; she was not
mistaken; she would go and see. So she went within doors
just as the hunting party had returned, and, guided by the rumbling
noise, made her way up the stairs leading to her own bedroom.
She entered, and what was her surprise when she saw a wrinkled
old dame seated there quite comfortably, working with some
strange implements she had never seen before I At first she was
inclined to be angry, so she said, Old woman, what business have
you here ?"
May it please your Royal Highness," said the Fairy (for it
was the naughty Fairy Crowsfoot), I am spinning."
Struck by the self-confident air of her strange visitor, and by
the novel things with which she was working, the Princess could
only say, "What beautiful white wool you are making there !"
May it please your Royal Highness," returned the dame, "you
may well say so, for it is the whitest wool that ever was spun.
Would you like to try ?"
Well," replied Prettipet, "I think I should." And the Princess
took the old dame's place and began to spin; but no sooner did
she touch the spindle than she fell back into her chair, and sank
into a deep sleep.
Then the old dame took Prettipet in her arms and laid her on
the bed, saying, with a wicked little laugh, "Sleep there my
pretty pet, for a hundred years at least;" and then taking her own
form again, Fairy Crowsfoot flew out of the window.
Yes, the Princess Prettipet and everybody else in the palace
or its grounds had gone to sleep for a hundred years 1

:.:i NE beautiful spring morning his Royal Highness the
Crown Prince of Somewhere Else called together his
i."- hounds and his men and all to go a-hunting. In the
Course of a few hours they found fine sport; and carried


away by the spirit of the chase, the Prince rode hither and
thither, up hill and down dale, across rivers and through forests,
until it suddenly occurred to him that he must have strayed very
far away from home. Not a soul was with him, and how long he
had been left alone he could scarcely say.
Raising his horn to his lips, he blew a loud blast which lasted
for a whole minute; but he heard no reply. He therefore thought it
wise that he should turn back. He did so as he thought, but only
found the country stranger and wilder than ever. He, looked
round him in the hope of seeing some wayfarer of whom he could
ask his way, but could not distinguish a single sign of humanity
anywhere near, so he had to content himself with wandering in
search of such luck as he could find.
The day was far advanced when, emerging from the gloom of
a vast forest, he caught sight of two of his attendants, followed by
some half-score of hounds. The Prince was overjoyed to meet
them, and so were they to see their young Prince.
We have been wandering in search of your Royal Highness,"
said they, "for we were not a little alarmed to have missed you,
but we are totally ignorant of the way back, and must trust to your
Royal Highness's wisdom to find it for yourself and us."
"Ah me!" sighed the Prince, "I am just as ignorant of that
as yourselves. We can only move onward and see what will
become of it."
The ground now became very rough and hilly, and as their
horses were weary, they tied them up to three trees that grew
together, and proceeded on foot towards what they thought to be
two human figures.
In this they were not deceived. In a little time they came
upon two ancient-looking wood-gatherers, who were labouring
together very earnestly and silently. At the same time they
espied farther off, on a slight-wooded eminence, the ruins of what
appeared to have been a magnificent building. Struck with this
unexpected sight, the Prince forgot all about the way home,
and questioned the couple about the ruin.

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" For round the doorway was gathered a group of huntsmen."

"''Ia1lloa lie exclaimed, as he caught sight of a sleeping form stretched across the doorway."


SYes, it was a famous place once," replied the more talkative
of the two, for if you'll believe me it was a king's palace many,
many years ago; but it is haunted now, and no one has ever been
found bold enough to enter within the building."
Is it so indeed?" returned the Prince; "then I am no coward,
I will go and see what is to be seen. Come," added he to his
attendants; but they could not be prevailed upon to accompany
their master to a haunted ruin, and notwithstanding the entreaties
of all four, he determined to go alone.
Now I think that this is the time to tell you that his Royal
Highness was not the very Prince of whom I have before told
you, nor yet his son, nor yet his grandson, but his great
"It is rather dull," said the Prince to himself, as he paced
forward through the gloomy shades, and at last found himself
entering a long avenue that led to one of the entrances of the
Halloa!" he exclaimed, as he caught sight of a sleeping form
stretched across the doorway, "who is that, I wonder? Some
drowsy porter I have no doubt, who has been fee'd to watch the
building by day, and has fallen asleep while on duty. Well, I
shall have much pleasure in giving him a gentle cuff on the ear
that will wake him effectually." Then he quickened his steps, and
soon reached the palace door.
"Why, what do I find here?" he cried in astonishment, as
well he might, for round the doorway was gathered a group of
huntsmen with their hounds, some standing, some reclining
against the wall or on the ground, but all evidently fast asleep.
The lazy vagabonds I he exclaimed, I'll quickly stir them
up And he rushed into the midst of them, kicking some with
his foot and cuffing others with his hands, but all to no purpose,
for all remained as soundly asleep as before. This surprised him
not a little, I can assure you, and on examining the party closely he
was more bewildered than ever. Some had their horns half-way
raised to their lips, as though they had been seized with sleep while


in the very act of blowing a blast. Around others the creeping
plants that grew upon the walls had twined themselves, as though
the forms that seemed so human were in reality parts of the stone-
work, and had been cunningly carved to imitate the human figure
in every respect. Very strange was all this to the Prince, and
enough to make any one feel a kind of dread of all this unearthly
stillness ; but being curious, and brave as well as curious, he went
close to one of the sleepers, felt his face, and found it was warm
and living, and saw his nostrils quivering with the breath that
regularly came and went.
Never before did I behold anything so marvellous !" said the
Prince aloud to himself; and his own voice as he spoke sounded
hollow and unnatural in that place.
There was not a braver man living than his Royal Highness
the Crown Prince, yet he hesitated before passing through the
portal of the ruined palace. If things so strange and almost
terrible be met with at the entrance of the ruin, what unexpected
horrors might he not find within? But nothing could daunt the
Prince for long, and summoning all his courage he entered.
Then what a scene met his eyes! At every turn of the long
passages he found men and women in all. kinds of life-like atti-
tudes, and all fast asleep !
There were primly-attired maids and grandly-robed ladies,
cooks in their white aprons, and soldiers in their uniforms, gen-
tlemen in hunting.dress, and pages in blue cloth and buttons.
Some looked as though they were running, some walking, others
lounging against, the walls, as though waiting patiently for an
audience, and others still in little groups of two or three, as if
conferring together on some important private business. Yet all
were motionless, and silent as the grave.
Hurrying, but yet treading very softly, as though it were a
sin to disturb the sleepers, the Prince soon discovered through a
great gap in the crumbling walls a melancholy sight indeed-
a large banqueting-hall, filled.with sleeping figures of the same
kind; some in seats at the tables, with knives and forks in their

"A melancholy sight indeed-a large banqueting-hall, fillel with sleeping figures."

"And at last he ran with all his might towards the Sleeping Beauty."


'hands, and some apparently serving, with dishes and trays in
their arms and on their heads. At the chief table sat a beautiful
woman with a crown on her head, and nearly opposite her a king
reclined in his chair, and his crown had fallen to one side, and
within the circle of it grew a great wide mushroom! Indeed, on
venturing within the hall, he found it full of growths of all kinds-
toadstools, mushrooms, climbing plants-and there were cobwebs
besides without number. But the very flies on the table had
gone to sleep !
If I stay and look much longer I shall fall asleep too," said
the Prince, with a sigh, as he turned and left the hall.
Dare he venture up the great stair? Yes, it seemed firm
-enough. Up he went, yet very cautiously, peeping into all the
dark corners by the way, though he laughed at himself for doing
this in a place where everything was asleep and could not be
waked, and therefore could do him no hurt.
Presently he came to a closed door. His heart beat quickly, for
he felt that he must open it; why, he did not know in the least.
The hinges creaked and groaned loudly as he did so and went in.
Then what a sight met his view! On a large and beautiful
bed lay the most lovely maiden he had ever seen, lulled in the
same deep slumber. The room was a perfect bower, so luxuriant
were the growths of delicate plants all around it. As he gazed
the lady slept very peacefully, and now and then a sweet smile
came and went on her face; and, oh, she did look so pretty !
How could he help it; the Prince took a step nearer, and
another, and at last he ran with all his might towards the
Sleeping Beauty, bent over her lovingly, and-kissed her.
Wonder of wonders The Princess Prettipet AWOKE As
she slowly raised the lids that covered her blue eyes the young
Prince thought he had never seen anything one half so lovely in
all his life, and in his heart of hearts he made a vow that no other
damsel should ever claim his hand and share his throne but this
charming Princess, who had already caught his heart in a net
from which it might never escape.


His meditations were disturbed by a sudden clamour outside
the room, which spread and spread until it surged throughout the
vast castle. The Prince, casting one loving look at his beautiful
Princess, ran out to see what it might mean.

ID ever so strange a thing happen before? Through-
Sout the whole palace there was a bustle of stir and life-
S men and women running hither and thither with dismayed
Spaces. The Prince caught hold of a terrified housemaid.
"Why are you looking so alarmed ?" he asked.
"Oh, sir," she replied, I have fallen asleep, and forgotten to
sweep the stairs for my lord the King's grand hunting-feast, and
see how dirty they are What will become of me, I wonder; and
however could I have done such a thing?"
"Never mind about it, my pretty child," replied the 'Prince,
graciously; I will undertake that his Majesty the King will not
be very angry."
The Prince next accosted the King's cup-bearer.
"Oh, sir," he exclaimed, "pray do not delay me, for I have
fallen asleep as I was bearing wine to the royal table, and know
not how long I may have slept. Oh, dear! what will his
Majesty do to me?"
It was everywhere the same. Every one seemed to think that
he alone had fallen asleep, and that things were standing still on
his account. The guests in the banqueting-hall, as they awoke,
were full of apologies to each other for having committed such
an unwarrantable breach of good manners; and the King, starting
up, said to the Queen, My dear, what can we have been thinking
of? Our guests are waiting our example to begin their repast,
which I am sure they must require after such a morning's
But what was the surprise of all, when they saw that every


object around them was in a state of decay, and that even the
white satin which they wore was yellow, as with age 1 It was
beyond all comprehension.
Then the Prince stepped forward and explained all that he
had found when he entered the palace, and how he had been
the means of restoring to their present state the sleeping
The King, who, with the Queen, could not fail to recognize
the work of the Fairy Crowsfoot, made a speech to the young
Prince, which ran as follows:-
"Handsome and brave Prince, you have conferred on my
subjects, my guests, and myself an inestimable boon. I would
fain bestow upon you some mark of acknowledgment, and but
await the expression of your desire in order to do so."
And how do you think the Prince replied? He made a low
bow, and thus spoke: Revered and noble King, there is but one
thing which I desire, and which it is in your power alone to grant.
Your favourable reply to the honour I crave will make me the
happiest of mortals."
Name it," said the King, and it shall be done."
The young Prince cast down his handsome eyes for a
moment, and then raising them fearlessly made reply: It is that
I may have your gracious permission to pay my humble addresses
to the beautiful and amiable Princess your daughter."
"Your wish is granted," replied the King, with a pleased
smile, for he was mightily taken with the young Prince, and had
been secretly wishing that he might gain him for a son-in-
law. Bring her Royal Highness the Princess Prettipet hither,"
continued the King, turning to some attendants who stood near.
They hastened to obey the royal command, and disappeared.
Soon, however, they returned, conducting the blushing Princess.
The Prince sprang to meet her, and clasping both her hands in
his, exclaimed, "Lovely and beloved Princess, your father has
graciously given me permission thus to address you; will you
make me happy by confirming it?"


The Princess made no reply, but her downcast eyes and!
blushing cheeks told plainly what she would have said. At:
least, the guests seemed to think so, for filling their glasses
with the wine which stood on the tables, they unanimously rose
and drank, Long life and health to the noble Prince and the
lovely Princess !"
As soon as the palace could be restored, guests were bidden to
another great feast-that held in honour of the nuptials of the
Princess Prettipet and the Crown Prince of Somewhere Else.
On the death of the Prince's father, which took place shortly
afterwards, the young King and Queen were crowned amid great
rejoicings and splendour. They reigned wisely and well for
many years, and then, leaving the kingdom to their eldest son,
took their departure into Fairyland, where they lived happily ever

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.i- ,.T is not always the richest people that are the hand-
.) somest; very often it is quite the contrary, as my story
'- will show. The man about whom I am going to tell
you was nothing but a poor labourer, but for all that his
S wife was one of the prettiest women to be seen for miles
round. They were, however, miserably poor, and often envied
their more fortunate neighbours. One evening the wife said to
her husband, If I could have all that I wished, I know what I
should wish for."
So do I," replied the husband; but unfortunately we can't,
for I am afraid there are no good fairies nowadays."
As he spoke, a moonbeam stole across the dark room, and
they perceived a beautiful little lady standing in it.
*' There are fairies nowadays," she said, "for I am one; and I


have come to tell you that three wishes of yours shall be gratified.
Mind you, though, I can give you no.more than three, so you had
better make a good use of them."
The fairy then disappeared, leaving the room dark as before,
but the fire, which had seen the beautiful little creature, set to and
burnt its fiercest, so that the room was yet bright and cheerful.
"How kind of the fairy!" exclaimed the pretty wife, de-
lightedly. "I know what I shall wish for. I wish- "
"Stop !" cried her husband, excitedly. "What are you about?
We have only three wishes, and here you are wishing for the first
thing that comes into your head."
Indeed," replied the wife, I was only going to wish--"
Stop!" cried the husband, in alarm.
"Silly fellow! I am not wishing now; I was only going to
tell you what my wish would have been."
Let us discuss the matter," said her husband, peremptorily.
"Oh, I think nothing could be nicer than to be rich, and have
plenty of fine clothing, and jewels, and carriages."
"Don't be foolish," said her husband; "what's the good of
such things to folks like us? Much better have good health and
a long life."
I don't see the good of long life when one hasn't food to eat.
For my part, I'd sooner die than live a long life such as we are
living now."
"There's something in that, too," replied the husband,
scratching his head. "What a pity it is we have only three
The two sat by, the fire, silently thinking. The unusual
brightness of the fire attracted the wife's attention. "What a
lovely fire!" she exclaimed; "and what a pity we haven't any
supper to cook by it! I wish we had a good large black
The words "were no sooner out of her mouth than a black
pudding at least half a yard long came tumbling down the
chimney, right on to the hearth.


"That's a fine wish, upon my word!" cried her husband,
angrily. "See what you have done. Thrown away a wish on a
paltry black pudding. What a pity it is that a woman can never
keep her tongue in her head It would serve you right if the
black pudding were to stick to your nose, and I wish it would,
I'm sure."
No sooner said than done. The black pudding rose slowly
from the hearth, and fastened itself on the poor woman's nose.
She pulled at it, and her husband pulled at it, first singly, and
then both together, but in vain, it was not to be moved.
"You wicked, bad, wretched man," she cried, "to disfigure
your poor wife like that. What a pity it is that a man can't keep
a quiet tongue in his head, but must go wishing a wicked thing
like that, when we had only two wishes left! Are you not
ashamed of yourself?"
My dear," replied her husband, soothingly, "I can assure
you I wasn't thinking of what I was saying when I made that
unlucky wish, or I wouldn't have said it for the world."
"I thought it was only women who spoke without thinking"
beforehand," said his wife, tauntingly.
"We have only one wish left now," he continued. "I have
been thinking we had better ask for great riches, and then you
could have a golden case made for the black pudding, and ride
about in your carriage like the finest lady in the world."
"Indeed," replied the wife, who was not willing that her
beauty should be spoiled by such a disfigurement, "I shall not
consent to anything of the kind; and if you ask for it I will
throw myself out of the window and kill myself."
"Then what shall we wish for?" asked the husband, in some
"There is only one thing left to wish for," she replied, "and
that is that this black pudding may drop off my nose, and that I
may never see it again." At that moment the pudding fell to
the ground, and lifting itself slowly up, disappeared up the

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"You may depend," said his wife, "this is to teach us not to
wish for what we can't get, so let us take things as they come and
make the best of them."
You always were a wise woman, my dear," replied her
husband; and never from that day did they waste their time in
envying their neighbours.,



LONG, long while ago, there lived near the borders ot
a large dark forest in Prussia a peasant and his wife.
They were honest, hard-working, industrious people, and
Besides that very fond of each other, so that altogether
they managed to live very comfortably and happily in their
little forest home. The good wife while her husband was away
tended her house and children, spun their clothing and house
linen, knitted her good man's socks, cared for the pig, and some-
times sent a bundle of homespun garments to the nearest town,
where they generally found a ready sale. No loom ever produced
such sheets as those spun by the clever hands of the peasant's
wife. Trust them to wear well; you could hardly wear them out.
So things went on for twelve long years, but at the end of that
time misfortune came upon the peasants; the year had been wet
and miserable, and the poor man's harvest was entirely ruined.
His piece of ground was all he had to depend upon; so when he
found that his crops had all failed, and he couldn't pay even the
money he owed, he became dull and mopish, and soon fell dan-
gerously ill of an aguish fever. His poor wife tended him night
and day, but her heart was full of sorrow at the plight they were in,
and she hadn't the courage to battle against the approaches of so
terrible a disease, so that when her husband got better she fell ill,
and took to her bed and died.


I had forgotten to tell you that the peasant and his wife had two
dear little children, Grethel and Hansel. Grethel, the eldest, was
a merry little fair girl, with blue eyes, golden hair, and pretty
pink and white cheeks; while Hansel was a bright, dark-haired boy,
with black eyes that sparkled with fun and roguishness. Now
while their mother was alive these children were a picture to see,
in their clean frocks and pinafores; and when their father came
home at night it gave him the greatest pleasure to take them on
his knee, by the bright cosy fireside, and tell them all sorts of
wonderful fairy tales.
But when the poor woman had gone all was changed. No
blazing fire welcomed the tired labourer; the house was dirty, the
children ragged, and the pig starving: so, after a great deal of con-
sideration, the peasant determined to look out for another wife,
"for," he said to himself, "if I don't the children will grow up any-
how, and Grethel will turn out a dirty slut, instead of a thrifty
housewife like her poor mother; and Hansel will run wild, and
grow up a ne'er-do-well."
The peasant being a good-looking man, soon found somebody
ready to take him for a husband. A nice kind woman she seemed,
and very fond of the children; so that little Grethel's father
comforted himself by thinking how kind she would be to them
and how fond they would be of her.
But somehow or another, things didn't turn out as he had
expected they would. No sooner were they married than her
whole conduct altered. Instead of loading the little ones with sweet-
meats and fruit, she bestowed upon them only cuffs and blows, till
poor little Grethel's face lost all its pretty colour, and both the chil-
dren looked quite weak and ill. One morning the cruel step-
mother said to herself, "I know my husband loves those brats
of his a great deal better than he does my sweet little darling,
and if I don't get rid of them he won't care for either me or my
children at all soon." So she resolved to take them both into the
wood and lose them.
Very early one morning she pulled the sleeping children out


of bed, and giving them each a dry crust, bade them follow her.
They were too frightened to disobey, so they trotted along after
her, she looking round every now and then to see that they were
there. By-and-by they entered the forest, but still their stepmother
went on and on, farther than they had ever been before, and it
was so dark and cold that the children began to cry. Still the
cruel stepmother went on till the children were ready to faint
with fatigue, and they had reached the very heart of the forest.
Then she lighted a fire with some dry sticks, and told the
children to sit down by it and wait till she came to fetch them.
The poor tired little creatures soon fell asleep in each other's
arms, and slept so long that when they woke up it was nearly dark,
but nobody came to fetch them. At this they got very frightened,
but Hansel said bravely, "Never mind, Gret, wait till the moon
shines, and I'll soon take you home." So when the moon began
to shine they got up and started off; but unfortunately they
couldn't find a trace of the way, and only wandered deeper and
deeper into the wood.
Thus the night passed away, and at last the children became
so hungry that they were obliged to pick some berries to eat; and
when they had done this they were so tired that they laid down
under a bush and went to sleep.
When they awoke they saw a beautiful white bird perched
up in a tree, and singing more sweetly than they had ever heard
a bird sing before. Hansel tried to catch it, but it flew away,
and then the children followed it till it settled on a cottage. I
can tell you the children were very much pleased at seeing a
house after they had been quite alone so long, so they went up
to it.and to their delight found it was made of sweetmeats and
cakes. The walls were of gingerbread, the roof of toffee, the
pillars of the door of barley sugar, and the windows of spun
Oh !" cried Hansel, here's a beautiful house, Grethel; oh I
isn't this lovely? There, you have a piece of this gingerbread,
and I'll have a bit of barley sugar; and as he spoke he began


demolishing the walls and windows. He had just broken a large
piece out of one of the windows and given it to Grethel, when
they heard a sweet voice from within say, Rap-a-tap, rap-a-tap;
who is that knocking?" Then the children were very frightened
and said, The wind, the wind that blows from heaven."
Presently the door opened, and an old woman peeped out.
She was leaning on crutches, and was very ugly, so that the
children were more frightened than ever. But the old woman
looked at them very kindly, and said, "Ah, my pretty little dears,
how pleased I am to see you! Come in and see the inside of my
house, which is far better than the outside." So the children went
in with her, and she laid before them a repast of cakes and milk;
and when they had eaten as much as they wanted she took them
and showed them a pretty little white bed, that looked quite
tempting after the hardships they had undergone.
Now although this old woman appeared to be so kind, she was
in reality a horrid witch, who had built the sweet house in order to
entice little children that way; and when she had got them safely
inside, the wicked old witch would fatten them, and kill them, and
eat them up.
The next morning, when she went to look at them, the two
children appeared so fat and rosy that she could have eaten them
up there and then, but she thought she had better fatten them a
little more. So she only smacked her lips, and mumbled, "Oh,
here's a dainty mouthful, and there's a rich bit! and then she
lugged Hansel out of bed, and threw him into an iron cage to get
fat. Then she said to Grethel, You little hussey, go and fetch
some water that I may boil something to make your brother fat, or
he'll never be ready for me to eat." So poor little Grethel was
obliged to fetch the water, although there were so many tears in
her eyes that she could hardly find her way.
Every morning the old witch would say to Hansel, Stretch
out your finger and let me see if you are fat enough yet."
But Hansel put out a bone, and the old woman could not tell
the difference; but when she found how lean and tough it was she


got very angry, and one day she told Grethel to heat the oven, for
she wouldn't wait any longer.
Then poor little Grethel was very sorrowful indeed as she made
up the fire to heat the oven, and went about it so slowly that the
old witch came behind her and said, "What a time you are!
Jump in and see if the oven's hot enough." But Grethel saw
what was in the old woman's heart, so she said, I don't know
the way, please."
Don't know the way," cried the witch; "the way's easy
enough. Look at me;" and as the old woman spoke she thrust
her head into the oven. As quick as thought Grethel tumbled the
old crone right in, and popped to the door. Then she ran and let
Hansel out of the cage, and clapped her hands and told him the
old witch was dead, and the two children cried together for joy.
They rummaged the witch's house over, and found plenty of
precious stones. "These are better than pebbles," said Hansel,
and filled his pockets full. "I will have some, too," said
Grethel; so she filled her pockets full.
Then the children started off; but before they had gone far they
came to a large piece of water which was very deep.
"What shall we do now?" said Hansel; and as he spoke a
white duck sailed up to them. As the duck came towards them
they sang-
"Two little children, here we stand,
Who know not how to gain the land;
So, pretty duck, your aid pray give,
And we will bless you while we live."

Then the kind duck carried them across and landed them in safety,
and showed them the right way. So they soon reached home, and
their father was so glad to see them that he wept for joy. Then
the children showed their father the treasures they had got, and he
was very pleased, and said, Now we have enough to keep us as
long as we live."
So they lived on very happily, for the cruel stepmother was
dead, and their father never took another wife.



ND now," said Grandmamma, "we have come to a story
about an old woman, like me, and her little grand-
"Was she a nice Grandma, like you are?" asked little
"And did she tell her little granddaughter any nice stories, I
wonder?" said Maudie, thoughtfully.
Did she wear spectacles, Grandmamma ?" asked Lina.
"I think she did, and took snuff as well," replied Grand-
"What a funny old woman struck in Johnny, contempt-
"Did anything particular happen to her or her little grand-
daughter?" asked Willie.
"That's just what I am going to tell you about," answered
Grandmamma; so now silence, and I'll begin."
The children settled themselves comfortably in very much
their old positions, and Grandmamma began.

Very many years ago-
"I say, Grandma," broke in Johnny, "all your fairy-tales are
about long, long ago."
Of course they are," answered Grandmamma. "There are
no fairies now. I never saw one, even in my young days. They
had all disappeared long before that."
How unkind of them I" said Lina, mournfully; I should so
like to see one."
"Am I to go on with my story?" asked Grandmamma, some-
what sternly for her.
"Oh, please, please," chorused the children; and silence
having been once more gained, the old lady began her story


ERY many years ago, before you or I were born, there lived
in a cottage beside a wood, a woodcutter, and his wife, and
little daughter.
The man gained his livelihood by cutting trees in the
forest, on the borders of which he lived; while his wife
reared poultry and kept cows, sending eggs, cream, milk, butter,
and cheese to market.
Now in this particular part of the world the women, when they
mounted up behind their husbands' backs on Dobbin, or Bobby,
and started off to market to see their own commodities well
disposed of, and to lay in a stock of necessaries for their own
homes, wore, as a rule, a long red cloak, which reached down to
their heels, and was made with a comfortable and natty little hood,
which drew closely round their faces, protecting them from wind
and weather, and which was at the same time useful and
Whether it was that the woodcutter's wife had an old cloak
which had become too small for her or not I can't tell, but, for
some reason or another, she had, from her child's tenderest years,
dressed her in a little red hood, such as the women wore when
they went riding. As in plenty of other places in the world, the
neighbours were very ready to notice and make remarks upon
anything that was at all out of the common way. So when the
pretty little healthy child flitted about in their midst with her ied
cloak and rosy cheeks, one neighbour standing at her cottage door
would say to another, "What a queer little thing that child looks
in her riding hood, for all the world like an old woman cut shorter !"
This was the neighbour who was fond of finding fault, and whom
some people called Madam Sharptongue.
"Ay, but she's a dear little pretty soul," answered another.
This was the neighbour who had always a good word for
Pretty or plain, nobody could help noticing the little girl; and


in the morning, when it was time to prepare for school, the
mothers would say to their lazy boys and girls, "There goes
Little Red Riding Hood; she's always in time." And so it was
that the child was known all over the village by that name.
Now you must not think that Red Riding Hood's father could
have sent her to school had he been only a woodcutter, for wood-
cutting is by no means the most lucrative profession in the world.
He had also a good-sized patch of ground, where he raised crops
of corn, potatoes, and what not.
When the wheat had been threshed it was sent to the miller's
to be ground, and when it came back converted into sacks of soft
white flour, the woodcutter's wife deftly kneaded it up into cakes,
which, when they had been baked on the hearth, and cut open and
buttered, made as capital an addition to a steaming hot cup of tea
as you might wish to taste.
I thought you said the story was about a little girl and her
Grandmamma," here interrupted Master Willie.
"So it is," answered Grandmamma; but I haven't got to that
part of it yet. I've only just begun it, and must beg you not to
interrupt me again, or I shall never get to the end."
Oh!" said Willie, apologetically, and somewhat indignantly,
for he thought himself too old for correction.
As the woodcutter's wife always had her little girl up by day-
break in the summer mornings, there was plenty of time before the
school hour in which to run errands for her mother. So every
morning Little Red Riding Hood was sent through the wood to
her grandmother's cottage, for the poor old woman was bedridden,
and must have starved if her granddaughter had not come each
day to bring her some food.
One morning the woodcutter's wife discovered that there was
plenty of honey in the hive, so she put some into a jar and said to
herself, "To-morrow morning poor mother shall have this pot of
sweet new honey, which I am sure '11 be a treat to her with some
nice soft cakes, for better honey than this isn't to be got for love
or money."


So the next morning the good woman was down-stairs even
earlier than usual; and, having seen father off to the forest for his
morning's work before breakfast, she went down to the garden to
the hen-house, where the noisy hens were lifting up their voices
to let all the world know the very thing that they wanted to
keep a secret.
Poor foolish things What was the good of hiding their eggs
in all sorts of out-of-the-way places, when they were so conceited
that they could not keep a quiet tongue in their heads? In spite
of their clever hiding, their mistress had soon discovered the
newly-laid treasures, and bore back to the house at least half a
dozen beautiful fresh eggs. Then she went to milk the cow, and
brought back a pail of warm yellow milk. By this time the fire
had burnt up beautifully, and heated the hearth, so that when
Little Red Riding Hood came down-stairs her mother was just
putting some cakes down to bake.


, fHY, mother, you have been busy!" exclaimed Red Riding
{ Hood, as she looked round and saw the pail of milk
standing in the swept-up kitchen, and sniffed out the
delicious smell of baking.
And I am afraid my little girl has been rather idle,"
replied her mother. The sun has been up and at work for ever so
long, and so has father. Molly was waiting for me when I went to
her, and the hens have been cackling away for a good hour, and
only one person was lazy. I don't think I need say who it was."
Little Red Riding Hood ran up to her mother and kissed her,
saying, "I really couldn't help it, mother; I never woke."
Ah, but you must wake to-morrow," said her mother. And
then setting a cup of new milk and some bread and butter on the
table, she added, Now be quick and get your breakfast, for the
cakes will soon be done for Granny's breakfast."


While Little Red Riding Hood was eating and drinking, her
mother took a little basket and laid in it some eggs and butter
and a fine fat chicken. Then, when the little girl was ready to
start, she took the cakes up off the hearth, and, folding them in
a clean white cloth, placed them in the top of the basket, which
she gave into Red Riding Hood's hand, together with the jar
of honey.
Now be off to Granny's as quick as you can, and say,
'Mother's love, and she's sent you some eggs and butter, and a
nice fat chicken, a jar of sweet new honey, and some hot cakes.'
And mind you don't stop on the way to speak to anybody, or pick
flowers, or the cakes will be cold before you get there, and you'll
be late for school."
The little girl promised, and then started off. The bright
morning sun shining on the dewy flowers made them sparkle like
.diamonds, and she looked wistfully at the foxgloves, and harebells,
and bright buttercups, as she passed them by. Putting down her
basket and jar, she stayed to gather a little bunch; but even in
that short time some thief had stolen her basket, chicken, eggs,
butter, and all, leaving behind only one already half cold cake.
Taking this in one hand and the jar of honey in the other, she
went on soberly enough for some little time. Presently she heard
a rustling amid the brushwood. that abounded in the forest, and
on looking round she perceived an old grey Wolf making straight
towards her. At first she was' terribly frightened, but the sound
of her father's axe at no great distance reassured her. Father'd
soon come and kill the wolf if he were to try to do anything to
me." So she tripped gaily along without any fear.
Now the Wolf heard the sound of the axe too, and, being a
cunning old fellow, he did not attempt to molest the little girl,
knowing that if he did he would perhaps be killed himself. So
he thought, I'll make friends with little miss, and await a more
favourable opportunity."
He stepped very politely up to little Red Riding Hood, and
said to her as gently as he was able, Good morning, little girl:

"Which way are you going?' inquired the Wolf, when they came to a place in the wood where two pathways met."


what a pretty bright cloak you have on, and what rosy cheeks
you have!"
"What a nice old fellow he is!" thought Little Red Riding
Hood ; I'd no idea Wolves were so polite."
Where are you going, my little girl ?" asked the Wolf, as he
walked along by her side.
Mother sends me to Granny's every morning, to take some
breakfast; I'm going there now," answered the child.
Let me carry that heavy jar for you," said the Wolf.
No, thank you," replied Little Red Riding Hood, thinking
she had better not trust her new friend too far.
"Does your Grandmother live far from here ?" asked the
Not very," replied the little girl; "but she's very old and
bedridden, and so I go to her every morning."
But if she's bedridden how does she let you in ?" asked the
"Oh, I knock at the door till she cries out, 'Who's there?'
Then I say, It's me, Granny; I've come to bring you some break-
fast, with mother's love.' Then she always says, Pull the bobbin,
and the latch will fly up. "
And then you go in, I suppose ?" said the Wolf.
Yes," answered the little girl.
Which way are you going?" inquired the Wolf, when they
came to a place in the wood where two pathways met.
I am going this way," answered Red Riding Hood.
"Oh, then, I must wish you good day, for I am going this
way," said the Wolf, and off he started as quick as he could trot.
You see Little Red Riding Hood had quite forgotten her
mother's warning about staying to chatter to anybody; and I am
sadly afraid she must have forgotten that her mother told her to
make haste and not to loiter on the way, for on spying a pretty
butterfly she again set down her jar and cake, and chased it from
flower to bush; But the butterfly was not to be caught, and when
she gave up the pursuit in despair and returned to the place


where she had left the honey, she found that the cake had been
stolen. "What shall I do now ?" thought she. Whatever will
Granny say ?"
But at this moment something else attracted the little girl's
attention, and she was off in a trice. When at last she was quite
tired with running about, she sat down on the grass to get cool,
and amused herself by picking the flowers to pieces that were
within her reach.
Presently she started up. I really must be quick or I shan't
be back in time for school," she exclaimed, as she perceived the
shadows creeping closer and closer to the trees and bushes. But
what was her dismay when she found that the jar was perfectly
"Oh, how foolish I was to run away and leave the things
here!" thought Red Riding Hood to herself. How cross Granny
will be at not having any breakfast; and how mother will scold
me when she finds out all about it I had better get on now
as quickly as I can." And this time she started off in good


N the meantime the Wolf trotted on through the wood, and
soon found the cottage. He rapped at the door,. but his
claws made a great noise, and the old woman started up
in bed, and said, How loudly Red Riding Hood knocks this
morning! It can't be her." So she made no reply.
In a minute or two, the Wolf rapped again, but still the old
woman did not answer. He was getting terribly impatient, for he
was afraid that Red Riding Hood would be there before he could
get in.
"She does sleep heavily," thought he to himself; "I must
knock louder. So he rapped again, louder than before, and the
old woman thought that perhaps her granddaughter had been

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"But this did not protect her long, for the Wolf pulled them off again, and leaping on to a stool placed
by the bedside, jumped from thence on to the bed."


knocking some time before she was awake, and that was the
reason she made so much noise.
"Who's there?" she cried.
"It's me, Granny," answered the Wolf, speaking as softly as
he could. Mother's love, and she's sent you some cakes and
some honey for breakfast."
"Oh, what a treat !" thought the old woman; it's a long time
since I tasted any honey. Then she called out, Pull-the bobbin,
and the latch will fly up."
So the Wolf pulled the bobbin, and up flew the latch. Then
the old. wretch crept softly up-stairs into the room where the old
lady was lying in bed, and thinking what a nice breakfast she
should have this morning.
When the poor old lady saw what sort of a visitor she had got,
she uttered a faint scream, and smothered herself up in the bed-
clothes; but this did not protect her long, for the Wolf pulled
them off again, and leaping on to a stool placed by the bed-side,
jumped from thence on to the bed, and ate up the old woman
in no time.
Then he slipped into bed, and popped on the poor old woman's
night-gown and cap, so that he might be ready for little Red
Riding Hood when she came; for although he had eaten up the
old woman, he was looking forward with great relish to the meal
he should make off the plump, rosy child.
Red Riding Hood ran swiftly along through the forest, feeling
very ashamed and sorry to think she should so have forgotten
her mother's warning. When she got to her grandmother's cot-
tage she was almost crying, and she knocked. so faintly that- the
old Wolf scarcely heard her.
"Who's there?" he cried out, when Red Riding Hood had
knocked a second time, making his voice sound as much like the
old woman's as he could.
"It's only Red Riding Hood come to see you," sobbed the
little girl, wondering whatever she should say about the breakfast.
Pull the bobbin, and the latch will fly up," said the Wolf.


So Red Riding Hood pulled the bobbin, and up went the latch.
She opened the door, and went in and up-stairs.
"Where's my breakfast?" asked the Wolf.
'' Mother forgot it," answered the little girl.
Did she ?" replied the Wolf. Well, it doesn't matter, for I
feel very unwell. Jump into bed with me and keep me warm."
"Very well," replied Red Riding Hood; and as she was un-
dressing herself she said, "Do you know, Grandma, as I was
coming through the wood I met such a kind Wolf. He talked so
politely to me that I wasn't frightened a bit."
You are a foolish little girl, to stop and talk to anybody,
when you are sent on an errand," said the Wolf.
"You are not angry with me, are you, granny?" asked the
little girl.
No, my dear, I only wish you to be an obedient little girl.
But be quick and come into bed, for I am very unwell."
As soon as Red Riding Hood had got into bed, she could not
help noticing how strangely her grandmother seemed to be altered,
so she said-
"Granny, granny, how long your arms are !"
"All the better to cuddle you with, my dear."
But, granny, granny, what big ears you've got!"
"All the better to hear your pretty voice, my dear."
"Granny, granny, how bright your eyes are I"
"All the better to see you with, my dear."
But, granny, granny, what huge teeth you've got !"
"All the better to eat you with, my dear;" and when he had
said that he sprang upon the child and ate her up.
The Wolf then fell asleep; but he was not allowed to rest long,
for the father of Red Riding Hood coming with some other men to
see what had become of his little daughter, soon found out what
had taken place. Then they fell on the Wolf and soon killed him
with axes; so he was punished for his cruelty.


"She could not help noticing how strangely her grandmother seemed to be altered."





: NCE upon a time there lived an old woman whose only
''_' thought from morning to night was what she should do
Sto get rich. She loved the sight of gold better than
anything else in the world; but though she had been
scraping, and pinching, and striving after it all her lifetime,
she had never managed to save up so much as one single
piece. A very strange event had happened to the old woman
during her search for riches, which was that one day, although
she never knew it, her heart suddenly fell out of its right place,
and did not get back again, so that it was to all intents and
purposes just as if she had none at all.
One morning, as she was putting her room to rights and
getting her breakfast, before going out for the day, she felt a very
sharp pain in her left leg.
Dear me!" she exclaimed, I've got a dreadful bone in my
leg. I must sit down a little while."
So the old woman sat down by the side of the fire; but she
had no sooner done so than she felt a sudden twinge in her arm.
Oh dear me!" she cried, "I declare I've got a bone in my
arm; I must put it in a sling."
So she got up out of her chair to fetch a handkerchief, when
she found that she had a pain in both her legs, and that she could
hardly walk.
Having tied up her arm, she went to sit down, but found that
she was quite stiff, and had such a pain in her back that she could
hardly bend it.
"I must have caught a bad cold," she exclaimed; "I must
have a cup of hot tea."
So the old woman took up the kettle, but her fingers were so
shaky that she dropped it, and all the boiling water ran out on to
the hearth, and though she tried very hard to save it, she could
not; for what with the bones in her legs, the bones in her arm,


and the cold she had caught in her back, she couldn't stoop
at all.
"Oh dear, oh dear !" cried the old woman; "whatever shall I
do! I am afraid I'm not very well."
Now the truth of the matter was simply that she was growing
very old.
After a great deal of consideration, the old woman made up
her mind that she would take her dead son's little orphan child to
live with her, and then, she thought, she can mind the house, and
sew, and bake, and wash for me while I rest; "and perhaps," she
added to herself, if I do this kindness to the child, some good
fairy may show me the way to find gold without my having to toil
for it from morning till night."
So she sent a messenger to her daughter-in-law to say that she
would take the eldest of her seven children to live with her, if she
pleased; and the poor widow, although she did not at all like
parting with her little Bridget, was still very thankful to her
husband's mother for taking one off her already overburdened
In a very short time Bridget came back, bringing on her arm
a little bundle containing all the clothes she possessed.
As soon as Bridget had taken off her bonnet and smoothed her
hair, the old woman said to her, Child, child, take the pail and
the brush, and scrub the floor."
So the little girl took the pail and the brush, and began to
scrub the floor, and the old woman sat and looked into the fire.
By-and-by the child came to the old woman and said,
"Granny, granny, I've scrubbed the floor, and it's as white as
Then the old woman said, "Child, child, take a cloth and
clean the window."
So the little girl took a cloth and rubbed the window till it had
not a spot upon it. Then she went to the old woman and said,
"Granny, granny, I've rubbed the window and it's as clear as


Then the old woman said, Child, child, take a brush and
black the grate."
So the little girl took the brush and brushed away till the
stove looked quite beautiful. And when she had finished she
went to the old woman and said, "Granny, granny, I've blacked
the stove, and it's as bright as glass."
Then the old woman said, Child, child, go to the spring and
fill the kettle, and go to the field and fetch some potatoes, and
peel them, and boil them for dinner."
So the little girl went to the spring and filled the kettle, and
went to the field and fetched the potatoes, and came back and
peeled them, and boiled them for dinner, and when they were all
ready she went to the old woman and said, Granny, granny,
I've boiled the potatoes, and they're just like flour."
So the old woman went to the table and ate up all the potatoes
but one, which was all Bridget had for her dinner after her
morning's work. And when the kettle boiled, the old woman had
some tea, but never thought of offering Bridget any, which was
all owing to her heart having got out of its right place.
When the little girl had cleared the dinner away, the old
woman brought out a bundle of old sheets, and gave them to
Bridget, telling her to cut out the bad parts and turn the sides to
the middle.
So Bridget worked at the sheets till it grew dark, and then the
old woman gave her a crust of bread, and sent her to bed.
When she got up the next morning the ground all round
about the cottage was white with snow, though there was none
anywhere else. At this Bridget was very much astonished, and,
going to the old woman, told her about it.
"That must be fairy work," thought the old woman; and,
turning to Bridget, she said, "Child, child, go out and look
very carefully over the snow, and if you find anything bring
it to me."
By-and-by the little girl came in and said, "Granny, granny,
I've found a little book."


Then the old woman was very much pleased, and began to
read the book, singing to herself-
"If I read, read, read, from morning till night,
I shall have gold so bright, so bright."
So the old woman read the book, and Bridget did the work;
but when night came the old woman threw the book upon the
ground, saying there was nothing in it to teach any one how to
get rich; and Bridget picked it up and hid it under her bed.
The next morning the ground round the house was again
covered with snow, and the old woman sent.Bridget out again to
see what she could find. When she came back, she said to the
old woman, "Granny, granny, I've found a needle." Then the
old woman got some calico, and began stitching, all the while
singing to herself-
If I stitch, stitch, stitch, from morning till night,
I shall have gold so bright, so bright."
But when night came she threw it away, saying, "it was no
different from any other needles;" but Bridget picked it up, and
hid it away with the book.
The next morning the ground was again covered with snow,
and Bridget was sent out to see what she could find.
When she came back, she said, Granny, granny, I've found
this pen."
So the old woman took the pen, and began to scribble with it
as fast as she could, all the while singing to herself-
"If I write, write, write, from morning till night,
I shall have gold so bright, so bright."
But when the night came she threw down the pen, saying it
was no good at all;" and gave poor Bridget a beating into the
bargain for bringing her such trash. But Bridget held her tongue,
and picked up the pen, hiding it away with the book and the
The next morning the ground was again covered with snow,
and Bridget was sent out to see what she could find. Presently


she came in bringing with her a beautiful white cow, which
seemed as gentle as a lamb; and going up to the old woman, said,
" Granny, granny, I've found a white cow." Then the old woman
was very pleased, and said to herself-

"If I milk, milk, milk, from morning till night,
I shall have gold so bright, so bright."

So she got all the pans and pails she could find, and milked
the cow till they were all full ; but before she could make it into
butter or cheese it all went sour.
Then the old woman was very angry, and drove the cow quite
away, saying it was not worth a straw. She was so angry with
poor Bridget that she beat her till the child fell down on the floor
in a fainting-fit. And all this time Bridget had worked so hard
that her fingers had great sore patches on them, where she had
knocked them against the grate; and she looked quite lean and
hungry, from only having one potato a day.
The next morning the ground was again covered with snow,
and the old woman bade Bridget go and see what she could find;
but the child was so weak and ill that she could scarcely walk,
and went so slowly that the old woman cried out, If you are not
going to walk quicker than that, I must go myself, you wicked,
ungrateful child."
But when she got up off her chair, she caught her foot in her
gown, and rolled over on to the floor, giving her head a tremendous
bump in her fall.
At this accident kind-hearted little Bridget was very much
shocked, and did all she could to restore her granny to her senses.
When the old woman came to, she helped her up, and laid hei
down on the little couch, bathing her wounded head as tenderly
and carefully as a woman. And when the old woman had quite
recovered, and was able to sit up, she expressed so much sorrow for
the fall, and was so anxious to hear her granny say she felt better,
that the old woman was quite overcome; and wondering how she
could have been so unkind to the child, kissed her quite tenderly.


At that moment the old woman's heart jumped back into its right
place, which made her feel so agreeable that she never so much as
said another cross word to her little granddaughter.
When Bridget went to'bed that night she got out the book
and began to read; and the tales in it were so wonderful, that she
could not leave off reading,, but sat up all night; and the print
was so fine that the book contained as many tales as would fill fifty
large volumes of ordinary books.
While she was turning over the leaves of this wonderful book;
she came to a place where it said- that -whoever copied out those
stories and got them printed would make enough money to last
-them a lifetime, and plenty to spare;
So the little girl got out her pen and began copying out the
first story; and the pen wrote so quickly that she finished enough
for a large book in one evening; and when she took it to a shop
in the town near which her granny lived, and asked the people to
print it, they were so delighted with the story that they gave her a
great bag full of gold, and told her if she liked to bring them
another they would give her as much again.
When she had told her granny the good news she sat down to
work with her needle, when she found that it went of its own
accord in the most beautiful patterns that ever you could see. So
she bought some fine muslin, and worked away; and when she
had finished one piece she took it to a shop, and the people were
so pleased that they paid her well, and asked her to bring some
more; and in a little while she became so famed for her beautiful
embroidery that people came from miles round to buy it of her.
Then she took a large house, and had her mother and six
brothers and sisters to live with her; and she begged her granny
to consider as much money as she liked her own.
And so the old woman was rich at last. And I am glad to
say that, her heart being now in the right place, she made good
use of the money, and helped the poor and needy.

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i-r-. HERE once lived a poor man and his wife who were
I ,'' 'very miserable because they hiad no children. They were
-, sitting one evening by the fire, and listening to the stormy'
,.') weather outside, when the husband started from a reverie
into which he had fallen, and exclaimed, How miserable we
are without any children If we only had one I should be per-
fectly satisfied."
"So should I," replied his wife, even if he were no bigger
than my thumb."
Some time after this a little child was born to these two; but
how was the good woman surprised when, on taking the child in
her hands, she found that he really was very little bigger than
her thumb !
See," she said to her husband, I have got what I asked for;
but if he is small he is a dear, pretty little fellow after all, and if
he grows quickly and thrives well may turn out a fine child yet."
But unfortunately the little sprite did not grow quickly at all,
and so, when his parents saw that he would be a dwarf all the days
of his life, they christened him Hop-o'-my-Thumb.
Now little Hop-o'-my-Thumb, although he was so small, was
no fool, but while he was quite young showed signs of. shrewd-
ness and ready wit by no means common among the class to
which he belonged.
One day when his father was going to the forest he said, I'
wish I had somebody to mind the horse for me while I'm about
my work."
I'll do that for you, father,"' said Hop-o'-my-Thumb, spring-
ing up from the corner in which he was breakfasting off the leg of
a sparrow and a picnic biscuit.
You," replied his father; "you mind the horse I Why, you,
are not big enough for him to see.


Never mind that, father; I'll manage it if you'll only
trust me."
So his father took him with him to the forest, and left him
and the horse and cart under a tree. Then Hop-o'-my-Thumb
jumped into a branch that was waving close to the old mare's
ears, and spoke to the creature so skilfully that she never
once attempted to move.
Presently a rollicking schoolboy came by, swishing a cane as
he went, and scattering the ground with the little branches and
leaves he whisked from the trees. As ill luck would have it, the
tender green branch on which Hop-o'-my-Thumb was perched
came in his way, and before you could have said Jack Robin-
son," it had been cut off and thrown across the boy's shoulder,
with the little dwarf holding tightly on.
I must look out sharper than this, next time," thought Hop-
Just then they emerged from the forest, and soon came to an
orchard. This the schoolboy soon entered, by clambering over
the wall, thereby greatly endangering Hop-o'-my-Thumb's life.
The boy.then climbed up an apple tree, when Hop-o'-my-Thumb,
seizing the opportunity that presented itself, jumped on to a fine
golden pippin, and, seated across it, felt more comfortable than he
had done for some little time.
"Well, I'm high enough in the world now," thought he.
"Halloa! what's up?" he exclaimed, as, with a sudden jerk,
he felt himself rapidly falling through the air. Presently the
apple on which he was seated, and to which he had held tightly
during its rapid descent, touched the ground.
"I wonder how many miles I came then," thought the little
There he stayed till it was nearly dark, and he had just fallen
comfortably asleep, when he felt himself raised up as suddenly as
he had fallen.
Halloa I what have I got here?" exclaimed a rough voice. I
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must tell you that in the waning light Hop-o'-my-Thumb perched
upon the apple appeared to the man like a piece of the tree and a
few leaves, and he was not a little surprised to find, on catching
hold of the supposed stem, that he had left the apple behind.
You had better let me go," said Hop-o'-my-Thumb.
Not I," replied the man, putting the little fellow into his
greatcoat pocket.
These were by no means comfortable quarters, for Hop-o'-my-
Thumb found himself among a great many odd things, such as
stale tobacco-pipes, hard bits of bread and cheese, and several
others of the same kind, that were not quite to his liking.
As they were going along the man stooped and picked some-
thing up. He seemed to have found a treasure, for he kept on
gloating over it, and saying, "My eye, what a beauty! I
wonder what that'll be worth, now," and so on. Presently some-
thing came tumbling on to Hop-o'-my-Thumb's head, and must
have done him some damage had he not managed with a good
deal of dexterity to get out of the way.
Before long the man entered a public-house, and taking the
thing he had found out of his pocket, he exclaimed, There, my
comrades, what do you think of that bracelet? Isn't it a beauty?"
"Where did you get that from ?" asked several voices.
My Lady Florella took it off her own fair wrist and gave it
to me, in consideration of my saving her from falling out of her
"You thief, you stole it!" cried out Hop-o'-my-Thumb, from
the depths of his hiding-place.
"Who says I stole it?" asked the man, angrily. "It's a lie;
I didn't."
"You did; you know you did," cried Hop-o'-my-Thumb.
It's no use for you to try to tell lies about it, my man, when
you've got a conscience that speaks as loudly as that," exclaimed
the landlord; and the man, who had forgotten all about the little
creature he had got in his pocket, really believing that it must be
his conscience that had served him this trick, made the best of his


way out of the inn, for fear anybody should attempt to molest him
as a thief.
By-and-by he thrust his hand into his pocket, and finding our
hero, the whole thing occurred to him. You little wretch, I'll
kill you !" he exclaimed.
"You'd better not," replied Hop-o'-my-Thumb, with the most
perfect coolness.
"Why not ?" asked the man, angrily.
Because of what would happen to you afterwards," answered
"Well, then, I'll have nothing more to do with you," said the
man. Whereupon he took the little fellow out of his pocket and
placed him by the roadside.
That's capital; just what I wanted. And now I'll be off
home, for mother and father will wonder where I've got to,"
thought Hop-o'-my-Thumb, and there and then started off.
By-and-by he heard two dogs talking. You know the man
that's got a son no bigger than his thumb?" said one.
"Yes," replied the other.
Well, he's lost the little fellow; and it seems he's offered a
reward to any one who will bring him back, so I am going to see.
what he'd offer, and if it's worth my while I'll undertake to
find him."
"Am I not in luck's way?" laughed Hop-o'-my-Thumb to
himself, springing on to the puppy's back.
Off trotted the dog as nimbly as possible, and in this way
Hop-o'-my-Thumb reached home.
The poor man and his wife were quite delighted to see the little
fellow back again, for they were sadly afraid they should have lost
him altogether; and when he told them his adventures they patted
him on the back and laughed heartily.

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"The husband and wife sat some time longer, gazing moodily into the fire."


OW after Hop-o'-my-Thumb was born his mother had
plenty of other children, and each baby as it was born was
S so much finer than the last one that when it came to the
seventh the youngster was bigger at five years old than most
children are at twelve, and our little hero, who was the eldest
of all his father's and mother's children, was by far the smallest.
But although the labourer and his wife had been very anxious
to have one son, they had never bargained for seven; and they
soon found that to provide food and clothing for so many was no
joking matter.
Each year made matters worse, for things were not so
prosperous with these poor people as they had been formerly, till
at length one miserable year came when they were all like to
starve. Despite their mother's endeavours to make ends meet,
she found one evening that they had only a few roots left in the
"Alas said she, "we must all starve, for when these are
gone where shall we get more ?"
"How foolish we were to wish for any children!" said her
husband, moodily. If we'd never had any, we shouldn't have
come to this plight."
"Don't say that!" exclaimed his wife; "I would not have
been without my children on any account.
"What are we to do with them?" asked the father. "We
can't see them starve."
"God forbid !" replied the poor mother.
The husband and wife sat some time longer, gazing moodily
into the fire. By-and-by the woodcutter started up, and exclaimed,
"Yes, I will, I must do it!"
Do what?" inquired his wife.
"An idea's come into my head," he replied, "and it is that I
should start off early to-morrow morning, and take the children
with me."


I don't see how that will help us."
"What, not if I leave them there?"
"You would not do that, surely?" said his wife.
"I had rather do that than see them starve before my eyes.
Who can tell whether some kind person might not take pity on
them and give them food ? And even if they do die, we shall not
be obliged to look on without being able to help."
"You say truly," replied his wife, tearfully.
Then they arranged that next morning the children should be
waked earlier than usual, and after having had their scanty
breakfast should accompany their father to the forest and be left
"Now somehow or another little Hop-o'-my-Thumb couldn't
manage to get off to sleep at all, and hearing a great deal of
talking going on in the. kitchen, he crept down-stairs. On peeping
in at the door, he perceived his mother and father seated by the
fire, engaged in earnest conversation. He also noticed that tears
were streaming down his mother's face, so popping under her
chair, he quietly listened to the whole plot.
"This is a pretty go !" thought Hop-o'-my-Thumb; "I must
see if I can't prevent this piece of business."
But although he thought and thought it all over, he fell
asleep at length without having concocted any scheme by which
to save himself and his brothers.
While he was asleep he dreamed a strange thing; he
thought he was walking by the side of a stream, whose bed was
composed of round white pebbles, and that the pebbles called out
to him, Come, Hop-o'-my-Thumb, pick us up, and fill your
pockets with us, and we will show you the way out of your
Before the day had fairly broken, Hop-o'-my-Thumb crept
down-stairs, and out of the house. He wended his way along,
through meadow and field, till he came to the stream that had
been pictured to him in his dream. All here was as he had then
seen it. A gleam of early sunshine broke through the trees, and

" He soon filled his pockets with the pebbles within reach."

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flung itself across the stream, discovering on its way a thousand
lovely flowers. Through the tranparent water, Hop-o'-my-Thumb
could see the white stones shining, and a few were laying scattered
about on the bank. He soon filled his pockets with the pebbles
within reach, and having returned home, slipped up-stairs and
into bed without his absence having been discovered.
An hour or so later some one knocked at the door.
"Who's there," and what do you want?" asked Hop-o'-my-
It's me?" replied his mother. "Be quick and get up; father's
going to take you to the forest with him ?"
"What's that for?" he asked.
His mother did not reply, but went straight down-stairs into
the kitchen.
A miserable meal had been provided for the children, made
from the few roots that hung in the cupboard and a few dry
This having been despatched, their father put on his cap, and
taking his axe in his hand, bade them follow him.
Good-bye, my children," exclaimed the poor mother, with
tears in her eyes.
"What are you crying for, mother?" asked Hop-o'-my-
Thumb; anybody would think we were going away altogether,
instead of coming back this evening.
At these words, the poor woman only cried the more; and as
she turned into the house to hide her tears, she could not help
thinking what a strange thing it was under the circumstances
that her little son should have said what he did.
Oh, dear! oh, dear !" she sobbed; "can it be possible that I
have seen my dear children for the last time?" Then, when she
grew calmer, she remembered how cleverly her firstborn had found
his way back to her when he was quite a young child; and she
could not help thinking that his clever brains would preserve him
from evil on this occasion, and perhaps bring him safe home again.
But there were the six other children who were not so clever as


Hop-o'-my-Thumb; and the poor woman thought sadly of her
next eldest son, who had been lame from his birth.
"At any rate," she exclaimed, starting up, "if I must part with
my sons, I will see the last I may of them." So, putting on her
jacket and hood, she ran along till she caught sight of the little
party. Hastening her footsteps, she soon overtook them, and
saying that, as the day was so fine, she thought she would come
too, she took her place between her husband and the seven children
who followed, one after the other, from the tallest to the shortest,
Hop-o'-my-Thumb coming last.
In this order they entered the forest, Hop-o'-my-Thumb all
the while singing to himself as unconcernedly as if he had known
nothing whatever about the fate in store for him; but, cunning
little fellow, every now and then he dropped one of his little white
pebbles, and so left a trail behind him by which to find his way
back. Thus they traversed hill and valley, dell and dale, and at
last entered a part of the forest so overgrown with huge fir trees as
to be almost dark. When they had penetrated some distance
farther into this dismal place, their father called to them to stop,
and asking them if they were not rather tired, told them they
might rest themselves on the grass or play about as they pleased.
While the youngsters were enjoying a game of hide-and-seek,
their father and mother slipped off and ran as quickly as they
could down the hill.
Hop-o'-my-Thumb, who had been looking out for this moment,
started from behind a large dock where he had hidden himself;
and, presenting himself before his parents, exclaimed, Halloa,
father! where are you going to in such a hurry?"
I shall soon be back," answered the woodcutter, evasively.
"Oh, you needn't trouble," said Hop-o'-my-Thumb, indiffer-
ently; "I'll bring the boys home, never fear."
"Very well," replied his father; but in his own mind he said,
I very much doubt it."
"By-and-by the six brothers discovered that their parents
were nowhere to be found. They ran hither and thither, searching


"He dropped one of his little white pebbles, and so left a trail behind him by which to find his way back."

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behind bushes and trees, and calling loudly to their parents, but
all in vain. No sound came to them except the echo of their own
voices. Then the poor boys were in a great way for fear they had
lost themselves, but none of them suspected the truth.
All this while Hop-o'-my-Thumb had been looking on and
enjoying the fun; but seeing that in the sombre wood it was
already getting dark, he thought it high time they should see
about getting back.
Calling his brothers together, he said to them, Now, I don't
know what you think, but my opinion is that if we wait here for
father and mother to come to us, we may wait till doomsday."
At this the younger ones began to cry, and the elder ones said,
" Let's go back by ourselves, then."
All right," replied Hop-o'-my-Thumb. "Who knows the
way ? "
None of them spoke a word. They had not thought of this,
and now they all hung their heads in despair. They must. have
come at least twelve miles through the forest, six of which were
entirely new ground to them.
When Hop-o'-my-Thumb thought they were sufficiently
despondent, he exclaimed, with a knowing look, "Well, I think I
know the way; so, if you like to follow me, I'll undertake to bring
you safely home."
The brothers were very glad to hear this, and followed their
little brother cheerfully. The little white pebbles shone up
brightly under Hop-o'-my-Thumb's feet, and guided him easily
back along the circuitous route by which their father had pur-
posely brought them.
The moon had risen brightly, and was shining in on the
hapless couple in the cottage. The poor mother rocked herself
to and fro, and her husband sat looking at her without speaking
a word.
Rat-tat-tat-tat! came at the door.
"Who can that be at this time of night ?" exclaimed the
woodman, in some surprise.


He got up and unbarred the door, when, lo and behold, there
stood his seven sons, with Hop-o'-my-Thumb at their head!
However did you find your way?" he asked.
"Oh, I found it as easily as possible," replied Hop-o'-my-
rhumb, unconcernedly.
The tired boys soon sought their beds, and, worn out with the
day's adventures, fell into a sound sleep.


HE next morning the woodcutter called his children up
Sbetimes, and giving them each a crust of bread, led them to
another part of the vast forest. Hop-o'-my-Thumb, who
had been expecting this, slipped his crust of bread into his
pocket, and as they went along strewed the way with crumbs.
But for once Mr. Sharpshins was outwitted by some very
simple opponents, for the birds picked up the scattered crumbs,
and thus destroyed the clue he thought he had left safely
behind him.
Poor Hop-o'-my-Thumb was certainly at a loss when he dis-
covered the trick he had been served. His brothers had depended
upon him, and therefore felt no fear; but when night came on,
and they found themselves still wandering about in the very midst
of the forest, they were terribly alarmed.
Not so Hop-o'-my-Thumb. He didn't know what fear
meant, but marched bravely on at the head of his six shrinking
Presently he noticed a large bare-looking tree, which seemed
to tower above the rest.
"You stay here," he said to his brothers, while I go and see
what is to be seen.
The next moment he was mounted on a high branch,
anxiously scanning the surrounding country. Far away in the
distance he perceived a ray of light glimmering through the trees.

"The next moment he was mounted on a high branch, anxiously scanning the surrounding country."

" The figure of a very big woman appeared at the top of a long flight of stone steps which led up to the door."


" He decided to follow it till he came to the cottage or house from
which it proceeded, and then beg a night's shelter for himself and
his brothers.
On they went, pursuing the ray of light, with many a weary
footstep, when, at length, emerging from the denser part of the
forest, they found themselves at the gate of a beautiful mansion.
They entered the enclosed ground in which the castle stood,
and Hop-o'-my-Thumb, discovering a trumpet, blew so loud a
blast that in a few seconds bolts and bars were drawn back, and
the figure of a very big woman appeared at the top of a long flight
of stone steps which led up to the door.
"Who are you, and what do you want?" she inquired.
"We are seven brothers lost in the forest," answered Hop-o'-
my-Thumb; "and we beg of you to give us some supper and a
night's lodging."
"Poor children," replied the woman, compassionately, "that I
would willingly do, but I am the wife of a giant, and if I were to
take you in he would soon find it out, and eat you all up."
"Oh, dear! oh, dear! What shall we do?" cried the six
brothers, mournfully, when they heard the words of the giantess.
Hop-o'-my-Thumb stood and considered the state of affairs for
a few seconds. If we stay in the forest we shall die of cold and
starvation, or perhaps be devoured by wild beasts, and worse
can't happen to us if we go in here. We shall at any rate get a
supper, and I'll see if I can't outwit Mr. Giant.
"Would you be so kind as to let us have some supper,
ma'am?" asked Hop-o'-my-Thumb.
The giantess hesitated some minutes; then she replied, "You
may come and have some supper if you like, but mind, I have
warned you of what you may expect."
"All right, ma'am," answered our hero, fearlessly, as he
marched up the steps, closely followed by the others.
The woman pushed back the door, and led them through a
spacious hall into 'a square, lofty room. She then spread some
food before them, and the poor hungry creatures fell to with right


good will. They were thus pleasantly engaged when a key
sounded in the door outside, and a heavy footstep was heard in
the hall. "Get under the bed," exclaimed their kind hostess,
quickly; and under the bed they all scrambled as quickly as their
trembling limbs would allow them.
Only just in time, for they were barely hidden when the giant
H'm, h'm I" exclaimed the giant, sniffing the air, "what is it
that I smell ?"
Smell?" asked his wife, in a surprised tone.
"Yes, smell," replied the giant, in a tone which made the
little people under the bed quake. "I smell some children
"Then they are your own, I should think," returned the
"Halloa! What do all these dirty plates mean?" asked the
giant, in a tremendous voice, as he caught sight of the table at
which the seven brothers had been feasting.
"I suppose they mean that the children have had their
"Don't tell me!" thundered the giant; and with that he began
to search in every nook and cranny of the room.
He was not long in coming to the bed. "Ho, ho!" he
exclaimed, gleefully, as he dragged all the youngsters from their
The monster then began to sharpen his knife, while the poor
boys begged and implored him not to take their lives.
The giantess, who had been looking wistfully on, was
suddenly struck with an idea. Taking up little Hop-o'-my-
Thumb in her hand, she exclaimed, "See here what little
shrivelled-up morsels they are. Leave them to me to fatten them
up; have for your supper to night the half sheep that I have
roasted for you."
"Your advice is good," replied the giant. "They are, as you
say, but lean morsels at present. We will fatten them up for a

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'Ho, ho !' he exclaimed, gleefully, as he dragged all the youngsters from their hiding-place."

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week, and see what they will be like by that time. And now let
them get to bed."
So the poor little fellows were safe for the present; but Hop-o'-
my-Thumb determined that with a week's respite they must be
fools indeed if they did not escape altogether.' While his brothers
were sleeping he got up and began peeping cautiously about, to
see what plans he had better form. He soon discovered a bed close
to their own, on which were sleeping seven boys, the sons of the
giant, each wearing on his head a crown of gold.
"This is lucky," thought he, as he carefully removed the seven
crowns, placing one on each of his brothers' heads; then placing
the baby's crown on his own, he jumped into bed by the side of his
sleeping brethren.

| -Y-AND-BY the giant, who had not tasted any children
for some time, became so impatient that he felt he could
F wait no longer. Creeping stealthily up-stairs in the dark,
for fear of disturbing them, he came to the bed where Hop-o'-
my-Thumb and his brothers lay. Passing his hand over
their heads, he discovered the crowns, and then turning away to
the other bed, he took his large knife and slew every one of his
own children.
Hop-o'-my-Thumb, who had been wide awake all this while,
and heard everything that had taken place, saw that they must
make good their escape as soon as possible, before the giant
should find out what he had done. Rousing his brothers, he
bade them follow him as quietly as possible, and not utter
a word.
They crept silently down-stairs, and were fortunate enough to
discover a broken window. Through this Hop-o'-my-Thumb
shoved each of his brothers, following last of all himself.
Once fairly outside they took to their heels, and never stopped
,running till the sun had broken through the clouds, and not so


much as a tower of the giant's castle was visible. Then they
stayed a minute or two to rest.
"I wonder," said little Jack, "whether the giant has missed
us yet."
"Oh, look, look, look there !" shrieked one of the brothers, in
an agony of terror.
They looked round, and beheld the giant in the distance,
striding after them at a fearful rate. Hop-o'-my-Thumb per-
ceived, from the length of each stride, that he must have on a pair
of Seven League Boots.
Here was a to-do. It was impossible to escape from the giant
by running away. There was but one thing to be done, and that
was to draw back into a cave that stood by the way, and trust that
the horrid monster might by some fortunate accident omit to
search it.
Even brave little Hop-o'-my-Thumb trembled with fear as the
giant approached their hiding-place. He came nearer and nearer
and made straight for the cave. Seven hearts inside it went pit-
a-pat, pit-a-pat.
I am dreadfully tired !" exclaimed the giant; "I will sit down
here and rest." So he threw himself down on the grass, and
leaned against the walls of the cave in which the fugitives were
Presently the cave shook,.and a sound like a distant peal of
thunder echoed from wall to wall.
"Now's our time," said Hop-o'-my-Thumb. "The giant is
asleep, for I hear him snoring."
The boys crept stealthily out, and shot off in different
directions, for they had agreed that this would be the best plan, as.
by these means the giant could not possibly catch all of them at
once, and even should he catch one the rest would have a better
opportunity to escape.
Hop-o'-my-Thumb saw his brothers depart, but he did not
follow them, for he was determined to make one desperate effort
to disarm their enemy. Without making the slightest noise, he



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"And with a tremendous tug, which threw him on to his back, succeeded in pulling off one of the Seven League Boots."

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crawled along the grass to the giant's feet, and with a tremendous
tug which threw him on to his back, succeeded in pulling off one
of the Seven League Boots. In an instant he was up again, and
pulling off the other, jumped into them, and in two strides
placed forty-two miles between himself and his still sleeping
The first thing he did, now that he knew his foe could not follow
him, was to return to the giant's house, and empty it of all its gold
and treasures. With these he enriched his parents and brothers,
so that there was now no need for the woodman and his wife to
wish to get rid of their large family.
They all lived happily together for the rest of their lives, and
Hop-o'-my-Thumb became famous all over that country for his
bravery and daring exploits.


N a lonely cottage on the top of a hill, there lived a man
and his wife and two daughters. The eldest daughter
was named Orange, and was her father's favourite,
because she was so good and gentle; the youngest daughter
was named. Lemon, and was her mother's pet, for she was
very much like her, and possessed her own cruel disposition.
Now Lemon and her mother were very jealous of Orange, for
her father would bring her home sweetmeats and toys, and made
her come and sit on his knee at supper-time, when he would give
her all sorts of dainty bits off his own plate.
So the mother said to herself, If father doesn't take more
notice of my sweet Lemon, but will go pampering up his sour
Orange, I'll see that he shan't have the opportunity much longer,"
and then the old woman smiled to herself in a very meaning way.
One day the mother prepared some meat for her husband's


dinner, and putting her favourite daughter on a very smart frock
she told her to take it to her father and ask him to let her get up
on his knee, and have some out of his plate as Orange did.
But when she took the dish in her hands, she was so clumsy
that she let it fall, and spilt the gravy all over her frock. Then
the father said rather sharply, "How clumsy you are, Lemon; why
do you take the dish if you can't hold it tight? Send Orange to
me to give me my dinner, and you take off that fine frock which
you have quite spoilt."
When the mother heard these words, she flew into a dreadful
rage, and had all sorts of wicked thoughts come into her head;
and as she did not try to drive them away, they took such a hold
upon her that they made her do all sorts of dreadful things, as
you will presently hear.
When her husband was away at his work, she treated poor
Orange very harshly, making her scrub the floors, and sift the
cinders, and do all sorts of hard work. One day she gave her
some money and a jug, and told her to go and fetch a pint of milk
and some candles, and not to be longer than five minutes, or she
would shut her up in the dark cellar.
So the little girl ran down the hill as fast as she could, and
bought her candles and milk, but when the milk was put into the
jug, it all ran through as quickly as it was poured in. Poor
Orange could not tell what to do, for she knew her mother would
:say that she had broken the jug, and it was her fault. However,
.it was no good lingering, so she ran up the hill as fast as she
could go, but she did not notice a great stone in the path, which
Lemon had placed -there while her sister was buying the things.
,Over this stone she fell, and dropped the candles and the jug; and
a rat ran out of the hedge and nibbled up the candles while she
was lying there stunned by her fall.
When she got up again, she stood and cried with fear; for she
'did not dare go home. Presently a gentleman came by and asked
her what was the matter. When she had told him, he gave her
.some money to buy another jug, and some more milk and candles.


When she reached home, her mother caught hold of her, and
shaking her well, asked where she had been all this time. Orange
was afraid to tell her her adventure, so she only said she had been
as quick as ever she could; but her mother would not believe her,
and declared that she must have stopped to play. Then she put
her into a dark cellar, and left her there all alone.
When night came, Orange's father was very surprised at not
seeing his favourite child, and asked where she was. Gone to
fetch a jug of beer for your dinner," replied his wife.
"No I haven't, I'm locked up in here," cried poor Orange,
from her dark cellar; but her father could not hear a word, for just
then the fire-irons fell down with a great clatter. He waited a
few moments, but as she did not return, he said he would go and
search for her. While- he was gone, the cruel mother opened the
door, and told Orange if she made any noise, she would chop off
her head ; so the poor child was obliged to be quiet.
Presently the father came back, and said he had been to the
public-house, but they had not seen Orange there. Then the
mother said, Of course not-how silly I am-I sent her to the
butter-shop to fetch some butter."
So the father started off again, but he did not find her at the
butter-shop, but came home without her.
"Ah! now I think of it," exclaimed the mother, I sent her to
her aunt's to stay with her for the night."
"Then she shan't stay," said her father, and started off to his
sister's house to fetch her.
But when he reached there, his sister told him that she had
not even seen Orange for the last three months.
So the father went home again, and said to his wife, I can't
find Orange anywhere, and I believe you have hidden her away
somewhere." He then looked all round the house, but he quite
forgot to search in the cellar. In the middle of the night, he
thought he heard some one moving in the room, and he told his
wife of it, but she said it was only the rats in the wainscoting,
and turned over on her side and began to snore.


But the father was very distressed about his little girl, and
could not get a wink of sleep; and when the morning came, he
could hardly tear himself away from the house to go to his work,
because of his anxiety.
Before he left he said to his wife: I believe you have done
something with my little Orange; and, mind you, if I don't find
her here when I come home, I shall serve Lemon in the same
way as you have served her."
So when the evening came and the woman heard her hus-
band's steps outside the door, she opened a large box and
made Lemon get into it, for she was really afraid that her husband
would keep his word. Then she told Lemon that as soon as she
could get her father out of the room she would, and then Lemon
must push open the lid, so that she might get some fresh air, but
till then she could manage with only the keyhole of the box out of
which the key had been taken.
The father came in and asked where Orange was.
I have not found her yet," replied the hard-hearted woman;
but she didn't say she hadn't tried to do so, or it would have been
an easy matter.
"Then where is Lemon ? asked the husband angrily.
She has gone to seek Orange," answered his wife.
I don't believe it," thundered the angry man. "And what's
more, neither you nor I shall leave this room till you tell me where
Orange is. As for Lemon, I know you will take care that she is
safe;" and as he spoke he turned the lock of the room door, and
placed the key in his pocket.
Now this was just what the old woman did not want, for she
was anxious to get out of the room so that Lemon might push up
the box cover: but she was too obstinate and frightened to let her
husband know what she had done with Orange; so she blew out the
candle, thinking that Lemon would be sure to seize the opportunity.
So she sat there comparatively easy, as regarded her favourite
child, till the morning, when her patience gave way and she let
the secret out.