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                      THE SEVEN PLAITS OF NETTLES,
                           AND OTHER STORIES.


                                   BY
                           EDRIC VREDENBURG.

                             ILLUSTRATED BY
                     T. NOYES LEWIS, HILDA COWHAM,
                              _&c._, _&c._

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                       =Raphael Tuck & Sons L^{td}.
                        London · Paris · New York=

 =Publishers to Their Majesties the King & Queen & to T.R.M., the Prince
                           & Princess of Wales=




                               CONTENTS.


                      THE SEVEN PLAITS OF NETTLES.

                      WHEN OUR SHIP COMES HOME.

                      THE GOLDEN WISH.

                      THE PRINCESS AND THE FROG.

                      THE THREE SNOWFLAKES.

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                      THE SEVEN PLAITS OF NETTLES.


Once upon a time there was a very bad King who ruled over a very good
country.

It was a good country because the land was rich, and things grew well,
and because the people worked hard and were thrifty and intelligent. The
King was bad because he was terribly extravagant, because he spent
fortunes upon fortunes on pleasure, because he gambled all the money in
his mint away, and, with all this fearful spending, he never thought of
giving anything to the poor. He was a very bad King indeed, just the
meanest, poorest thing in kings that ever sat upon a throne!

When the King’s pockets were empty, and the treasury chest and mint were
also empty, the only thing His Majesty could do was to increase the
taxes. This he did on an average about every other fortnight, and the
consequence was that his thrifty, hard-working people had to give all
their money to pay the King’s debts. This the people did not in the
least like doing, and the King was very unpopular indeed; in fact,
matters went to such a pitch that his subjects would not bow to him when
they met him in the streets of his capital.

But the King did not seem to mind this one bit; he continued his
extravagances and his wicked gambling, he cleared out the treasury chest
more often than ever, and he taxed the people harder and harder every
day.

But everything must come to an end sooner or later, you know, and it
really seemed as if the end of that country had almost arrived, for the
people began to starve, and such things as fires were only known in the
houses of the richest. But the King borrowed money on his crown,
sceptre, and family jewels, and went on anyhow, as usual.

Now it so happened that there lived in a suburb of the King’s city a
very beautiful girl, whose name was Ellaleen. She lived in a nice house
with her father and mother and brothers and sisters, and it was
altogether a very nice family. Not only was it a good-looking,
well-behaved family, but it was also a very healthy one, and had a very
healthy appetite, which is perhaps a drawback when there is next to
nothing to eat.

Well, Ellaleen took matters very much to heart. She objected to growing
thinner every day, and it made her more miserable than she could express
to see her father and her mother and her brothers and sisters all
growing thinner, while each one pretended that he or she was not a bit
hungry, so that others could have more. It made her wretched to see her
suffering neighbours, and the poor peasants who soon became too sickly
to work; and, indeed, what was the use of working when all the profits
were taken away? Ellaleen felt as if she would have given her life to
save her country!

Now this beautiful and tenderhearted girl had a dream one night, a
strange dream, because it was so wonderfully vivid.

She dreamt that a funny old woman, all dressed in red, came to her
bedside, and said in a clear voice:

“Ellaleen, if thou wilt journey alone to the willow copse, on the south
side of the Blue Mountain that lies to the south of the city, thou shalt
there find the means to save thy country.”

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This sentence the little old woman repeated three times, and Ellaleen,
when she woke in the morning, felt like a second Joan of Arc, for, of
course, you know that Joan of Arc was told in a dream that she was to
save her country.

Ellaleen did not wait for breakfast—not that it would have made the
least difference if she had, for there was no breakfast to wait for (the
King’s-taxes had called the day before)—but having obtained permission
from her father and mother, whom she had told about her dream, she
started off for the willow copse on the south side of the Blue Mountain.

It was late by the time she arrived there—quite dusk, in fact—and it was
very much further than she expected. As she entered the copse her heart
beat high with excitement, for there, on a fallen tree, sat the old
woman of her dream. As soon as the old woman saw her she rose and came
quickly forward.

[Illustration: “ON A FALLEN TREE SAT THE OLD WOMAN OF HER DREAM.”]

“Ellaleen, I am glad thou hast come,” she said in a kindly voice, and
taking the girl by her hands; “and art thou prepared to suffer much to
save the people from their fearful affliction?”

“Indeed, indeed I am,” replied Ellaleen with all her heart.

“Then come with me,” said the little old woman, and she led the way to
the edge of the copse.

“See, there is the Yellow Mountain,” she continued, pointing south.

They could not help seeing the Yellow Mountain, for the setting sun
reflected its glory upon it and made it shine like red and liquid gold.

“Thou must travel there through the night,” went on the little old
woman. “After the sun has set, the moon will rise and shine upon the
mountain, and it will be no longer yellow, but like molten silver; and
when thou hast arrived at the mountain, which will be about dawn, thou
wilt climb its steeps and descend the other side to fields upon fields
of nettles. And when thou hast come to the fields of nettles, thou must
take off thy shoes and stockings, and bare thine arms, and then thou
must pluck the longest nettles at the root, and with them make seven
plaits, each plait two yards long. And all the time thou workest thou
must not grumble, but sing cheerily, although thou art ready to cry out
with pain and fatigue. Thinkest thou, Ellaleen, that thou canst do all
this?”

“I will try,” answered the girl. “And when I have made the seven plaits,
what am I to do with them?”

“Thou art to return the way thou wentest, bare-footed and bare-armed,
bringing with thee the seven plaits of nettles. And when thou art come
to the lake on the top of the mountain, the lake that supplies the
country, thou art to throw the plaits one by one into the water; and
having done so, thou art to return home.”

“And then?” asked Ellaleen.

“And then thou must wait and see what will happen,” replied the little
old woman. “And now, Ellaleen, thou must set out on thy hard task, and
thou hast indeed my blessing.”

With that the old woman left the girl, with the shadow of evening
falling on her.

Ellaleen did as she had been told. She journeyed to the Yellow Mountain,
which shone in the moonlight like a pillar of burnished silver, and she
arrived at its summit as the day dawned. Then she descended the other
side, and soon came to the fields of nettles.

[Illustration: “NOBODY HAD EVER KNOWN SUCH NETTLES BEFORE.”]

Such nettles! such fearful nettles! with prickles as large as needles.
But Ellaleen did not hesitate, she took off her shoes and stockings, and
bared her white arms, and singing, stepped into the mass of horrid
weeds.

How loudly she sang! If she had not done so she must have cried out in
agony, for the cruel nettles tore her poor arms and legs and feet. She
had never known such nettles as these; nobody had ever known such
nettles as these! She thought that she must really give up in despair,
but she did not. She sang on, and she worked on, and she gathered those
nettles near the roots, and wove them, with her poor hands, into seven
plaits. Then wearily and slowly, but indeed happily, she went back the
way she came, and to the Blue Mountain, and to the lake on its summit.

Ellaleen threw the plaits of nettles one by one into the lake, and as
each one touched the water great waves arose, and there were sounds like
peals of terrific thunder. As the last rumble died away, Ellaleen turned
her back upon the lake, and dragged her poor body home and waited to see
what was going to happen next.

                  *       *       *       *       *

“Dear me, isn’t it wonderful? isn’t it delicious?” everybody exclaimed.
Then everybody had some more.

It was the water they were talking about. It had suddenly acquired the
most exquisite flavour. Everybody, including the King, drank it, and
nothing else. Even at the village inn, water was asked for, and only
water. It was really more than marvellous.

Then something still more marvellous happened.

Everybody began to feel very drowsy, and before twenty-four hours had
passed everybody fell fast asleep, not only every living soul in the
country, but every animal, just as in the Sleeping Beauty story.

And they slept on and on and on, during the spring, the summer, autumn,
and the winter, through another spring and through another summer. And
while they slept there appeared to everyone in Dreamland a little old
woman dressed in red, who told them what Ellaleen had done, and how she
suffered for her country’s good.

Then everybody woke up suddenly, and rubbing their eyes, stared at each
other and the country. The country was worth staring at. Never before
had been seen such harvest fields with their rich golden corn; never
before had the fruit trees borne such splendid fruit. The vineyards were
heavy with grapes; and every garden, palace garden and cottage garden,
was filled with magnificent vegetables and beautiful flowers. The
country was as rich as it possibly could be.

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And the King? Well, the King had his sleep and his dream as well as the
others, and when he woke up and rubbed his eyes he was not a bit like
the same King.

He called his courtiers and his people together, and in their presence
he journeyed to the Blue Mountain and thence to the Yellow Mountain, and
he climbed its steeps and descended to the other side. And when he came
to the fields of nettles he took off his shoes and stockings and bared
his hands, and then he stepped into the cruel weeds, singing all the
time.

And he made not seven plaits but seventy, and he could make no more
because he was exhausted.

“Thus,” he said to his people, “do I try to punish myself.”

From that day forth he turned into a good king, and taxed his people
only justly. And by degrees he paid off his debts and got back his crown
and sceptre and family jewels, and so was respectable and presentable
once more.

And the water in the lake? Well, it turned again into ordinary water.
And Ellaleen? I suppose you think she married the King and lived happily
ever after; but she did nothing of the sort.

[Illustration: “HE STEPPED INTO THE CRUEL WEEDS.”]

She stayed at home, and looked after her father and mother and brothers
and sisters. And she went out, too, and looked after the poor who were
in trouble and the rich who were in trouble; and she was loved and
adored by one and all.

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                       WHEN OUR SHIP COMES HOME.


“Dear, dear me, how very silly of me to fall asleep. Whatever shall I
do? there is no knowing what may happen, it is really too terrible to
think about.”

The speaker was a fish. In the ordinary way fishes don’t talk much, but
this happened to be a fairy fish, and fairy fishes can do most things.
Most things, but not all things, otherwise this particular little fairy
fish would not have been in such trouble.

The facts are simply these. The little fish had fallen asleep, and the
tide having gone out, had left it in a very tiny pool of water on the
seashore. The pool of water was so small that it ran the risk of being
dried up by the sun, and that would be truly awful for the little fish,
for if the water dried up it would die.

Now what made matters even worse was that this little fairy fish was in
reality a beautiful mermaid—a beautiful mermaid with hair like the
golden sands, eyes as blue as the sea, and lips as red as coral. But
this was in her own country, some miles away in the rolling ocean. In
her own country, too, she had the wonderful power of being able to
change her shape. The pretty mermaid could become a sole, or a lobster,
or an oyster, but unfortunately she had not this power out of her own
country.

Now the mermaid had changed herself into a little Red Mullet, and, as we
have just said, had fallen asleep and had been caught in a tiny pool of
water on the seashore. Poor little thing, it could not change back
again, and so was a prisoner.

But worse was to happen.

“Oh, Etty, here is a dear little fish; let us take it home and cook it
for mother’s supper,” said a little voice.

The little voice belonged to a little girl who was talking to another
little girl.

The Red Mullet trembled and grew pale. Enough to make it! Fancy hearing
some one talking about eating one for supper.

“Oh, yes, do let’s,” said the other little girl, as they both peered
into the pool. “Mother will be pleased; but how shall we carry it?”

“Oh, anyhow, pick it up in your fingers, Etty,” replied the first little
girl.

The Red Mullet shivered, and quivered its tail, and turned even paler;
it was losing its colour altogether, and that’s a serious matter for a
Red Mullet!

“Well, I don’t know,” said Etty, thoughtfully, “poor little thing,
perhaps it has a father and mother, and brothers and sisters in the sea,
it seems a pity to eat it.”

The Red Mullet buried its nose in the sand, and blew little bubbles to
the surface of the water. It was very much excited indeed!

“But it will die here I should think,” said the other little girl; “let
us throw it into the sea so that it can go back to its father and
mother, and brothers and sisters, if it likes. Pick it up, Etty, and
throw it into the sea.”

Etty did not quite like touching the cold little fish, nevertheless she
did, and threw it into the sea that came rippling up in tiny waves to
her feet.

[Illustration: “POOR LITTLE THING, PERHAPS IT HAS A FATHER AND MOTHER.”]

The Red Mullet remained quite quiet for a second or two, the shock had
been so great, and then it darted away to its home in the ocean.

Etty and her sister went home too.

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Sorrow was in the land; great sorrow, for there were poverty and
sickness in nearly every house. Everything had gone wrong in that
country for some time, and somehow things could not get right again; it
was such a pity!

Etty and her sister walked hand in hand and bare-footed on the seashore,
and it was nearly a year since they had let the Red Mullet free. The two
little girls were looking out for _that_ ship which never would come.
Mother had told them that everything would come right when their ship
came home, but it was such a long time coming. They began to fear that
it had gone down to the bottom of the sea, and that things would never
come right.

And what was to happen to them all? It was so hard to live, so very
hard; food was so scarce and the hospitals were full to overflowing.

“I wonder,” said Etty suddenly, looking up into her sister’s face, “I
wonder where that little pink fish is, that we found last year.” Wonder,
indeed they would have wondered, if they could have seen the little pink
fish at that moment. The Red Mullet, no longer a Red Mullet, but a
beautiful mermaid, was under the waves only a few yards from the two
children. In her hands she carried a strange-looking casket, which she
brought nearer and nearer to the shore; then she gave it in charge of a
friendly wave that washed it almost to the children’s naked feet.

“What can it be?” they said, and that is exactly what you would have
said under the same circumstances. Then they pulled it to land and tried
to open it. It was not very difficult and they soon succeeded.

“Oh, Etty, what lovely beads!” said one little girl.

“Lovely beads!” repeated Etty; “let’s take some home to mother.”

They took a handful each of the contents of the casket, and, burying the
casket in the sand, went home.

As they started off they both turned and listened for a moment. “I
thought I heard a lovely laugh,” said Etty.

She had; it was the laughter of the mermaid, the happy, merry laughter
of the sea fairy, who was pleased to see her present had been received.
They gave the beads to mother, who started when she saw them. They
showed them to their father, who gave a great cry and sprang to his
feet.

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“Why do you do that?” said Etty, in much surprise. And her sister
wondered also; what did it mean?

“Mean, my dears,” answered their father in a choking voice, “it means
that our ship has at last come home. These are not beads but pearls.”

“We have plenty more of them,” said the children.

Their father put on his hat and went out. They came back shortly with
the casket and all the pearls, and they were _such_ lovely pearls;
indeed, that was not very wonderful, for the Red Mullet had taken a
world of trouble to find the most beautiful pearls in the ocean and had
been quite successful.

Now, the children’s parents were by no means greedy people, they shared
the fairy’s gifts with their neighbours, with the happy consequence that
where sorrow and sickness had been, happiness and health were in their
stead.

And that is just as it should be, isn’t it? And what is the moral of
this little tale? Be kind to all living creatures, even down to a tiny
Red Mullet, and there is no knowing what may happen; perhaps _your_ ship
will come home, sooner than you expect, if you earn a mermaid’s
gratitude.

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                            THE GOLDEN WISH.


Lady Elizabeth was really a very nice girl. She was affectionate, and
generous and distinctly clever. Lady Elizabeth was also pretty, and of
course that goes a very long way; but for all that Lady Elizabeth was
not happy, for the very simple reason that she was not contented.

The fact was that her father, the Earl, had lost a lot of money, and as
earls go, he was poor, and the consequence was that Lady Elizabeth had
to put up with a great deal that she did not like, and do a great many
things that she did not care to do. She grumbled at having to perform
the household duties, she grumbled at the servants, and grumbled because
she had to go out and do the shopping and marketing herself.

From morning till evening she sighed for riches, and even if she woke up
in the middle of the night, her thoughts turned to gold; and when
thoughts continually turn to gold it is very bad for them, and is sure
to make the thinker discontented and wretched.

Now it was through always having the same longing, morning, noon, and
night, that a very strange and terrible thing happened to Lady
Elizabeth; one of the most wonderful and awkward, things that could
happen to anybody.

[Illustration: “SHE HAD TO PERFORM MANY HOUSEHOLD DUTIES.”]

To begin with, I must tell you that there is in the sea a shoal of magic
fishes. Some people say that there were originally in the shoal ten
thousand fish, other people put the number down at only seven thousand
five hundred, but that really doesn’t matter much; but what does matter
to the story is this, that Lady Elizabeth bought one of these magic
fishes in the market, and eat it that same night for her supper.

Not that she knew that the fish she had eaten was anything out of the
way. In fact, nobody knew this, neither the cook, nor the fishmonger
from whom it was purchased, nor anybody else; but eat it Lady Elizabeth
did and had to take the consequences.

“Dear me!” she exclaimed, after supper, trying to keep her heavy eyes
open, “I feel ever so sleepy.”

“Better go to bed,” said the Earl.

“I think I will,” replied Lady Elizabeth, with a little yawn, and giving
her father a kiss, she went upstairs to her bedroom.

“Oh, dear,” she exclaimed, as she proceeded to undress herself, “what an
unfortunate girl I am. Fancy an earl’s daughter having no maid to help
her to bed when she is sleepy. Bah!” and here she stamped her little
foot, “I wish everything were gold, that I could sell it.”

Having made this foolish remark, she was naughty enough to break the
strings of her petticoat, for they had become knotted. Then she jumped
into bed, and before her pretty head had touched the white pillow she
was fast asleep, beyond even the land of dreams.

She slept soundly all the night through, not waking up till the sun was
shining in at her window, in all his golden glory; indeed it was a
glorious day, golden, bright, and beautiful!

Lady Elizabeth jumped from her bed with a song on her lips, and her eyes
bright with health and beauty. But of a sudden the song ceased, as she
cried out in wonder and alarm, and her eyes became fixed with
extraordinary astonishment. She had poured the water from the jug into
the basin, and as soon as she touched it with her pink fingers it had
frozen hard. Frozen quite solid, not into ice, but into pure gold. Pure
gold, worth hundreds of pounds!

It was the same in the bath, a bath both deep and wide. As soon as her
little pink toe touched the water it froze into a large block of yellow
gold, worth thousands upon thousands of pounds.

[Illustration: LADY ELIZABETH BUYS THE MAGIC FISH.]

She was so bewildered, so excited, so delighted that she could hardly
dress herself, but she managed to do so somehow, and then ran downstairs
to tell her father the good news. He was a rich man now, and could have
servants, and horses and carriages and everything else that he desired!

Lady Elizabeth and the Earl gloated over the gold, and the household
came and stared at it in mute wonder. More water was poured into the
bath and the same thing happened as before; when touched by Lady
Elizabeth’s fair fingers it turned into the precious metal. But wonder
must give way to other feelings. The Earl’s daughter began to feel
hungry, very hungry in fact, for she had a good appetite and it was long
past breakfast-time; she had had nothing to eat since her supper of
Magic Fish the night before.

It was a nice breakfast, coffee and rolls, fresh butter and eggs, and
jams and other nice things. Lady Elizabeth said her grace, sat down,
poured herself out a cup of coffee and raised it to her rosy lips.

Lady Elizabeth let the cup fall with a crash, breaking it to atoms, as
she sprang to her feet with a scream, while the Earl fell off his chair
in amazement. He was an elderly earl, and rather nervous, and sudden
shocks upset him.

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But really it was enough to upset anybody, for as soon as his daughter’s
lips touched the coffee it had turned into solid gold. No wonder she
dropped the cup, it was so heavy.

She tried a second cup with the same result; then, with trembling
fingers, she touched the loaf of bread, when it turned to gold
immediately; eggs, jam, butter, even the very crumbs turned into golden
nuggets, and as Lady Elizabeth found it impossible to eat gold, she went
without any breakfast whatsoever.

Her father was much concerned. Magicians were sent for from all over the
country, but they could do nothing but stare with wonder and help
themselves to the golden eggs to pay for their travelling expenses.

[Illustration: THE POODLE TURNS INTO A GOLDEN DOG.]

The same thing happened at luncheon, at dinner, tea and supper. Lady
Elizabeth was starving. In the evening another remarkable event took
place. She happened to touch the pet poodle, when it immediately became
a golden dog. The Earl, at this, became more nervous than ever, and
shrieked whenever his daughter came near him. The servants shunned her,
too, fearful of the consequences of touching her. Poor Elizabeth; a more
unhappy girl did not go to bed that night! But she had eaten the Magic
Fish and wished for gold, and her wish had been fulfilled.

The same happened the next day. Crowds of people came from far and near
to see the wonder of the age, and while they wondered, Lady Elizabeth
was slowly starving to death.

“Oh,” she cried, “if only I could be like an ordinary girl again. I vow
I would never be discontented any more. I would do my best to be
cheerful and never, never grumble again.”

As she made this vow there came a peal of thunder, and of a sudden the
golden water, the golden bread, jam, butter, and even the eggs the
Magicians had taken for their travelling expenses, turned back into
their natural state. And to the joy of Lady Elizabeth, her father, and
the people who loved her, she once more could work, eat, and drink
again.

From that day to this she was never discontented, and never once longed
for the gold which was hers for so short a while.

By the way, I was nearly forgetting to say that the pet poodle did not
turn into a live dog again. He remained a golden one, and made an
exceedingly handsome ornament for the fireplace.

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                       THE PRINCESS AND THE FROG.


There was once a Frog.

He lay in a pool near the horse-pond in the farmyard, behind the King’s
Castle. To look at, he was not by any means a remarkable frog. He was
neither bigger nor smaller than other frogs of his kind; neither was he
greener, browner, nor more yellow. He certainly was a perfect swimmer,
and his croak was perhaps just a little more musical than the croak of
the other frogs, but in other respects he was exactly like them. He
spent his days catching worms and flies, and dodging ducks who were
always on the lookout to catch him. His was the usual frog’s life—and
yet, and yet he was no ordinary frog.

                  *       *       *       *       *

There was once a Princess.

She lived in the Castle beyond the pool, on the other side of the
horse-pond. She was no ordinary Princess. Princesses, of course, are
always beautiful; but this one was more beautiful than any. Her hair was
more golden than real gold; her eyes as blue as an eastern sky; her
teeth as white as the whitest of pearls, while her smile was as sweet as
an angel’s. She was as good as she was beautiful.

Indeed, she was no ordinary Princess. She loved the world and everybody
in it. She loved her dear old father, the King (she had no mother and
brothers and sisters to love, poor Princess); she loved all the King’s
subjects, from the oldest old man to the youngest new baby, and she
loved all animals—yes, all animals, from the noble horses to—well, even
to the frogs in the pool beyond the horse-pond, in the farmyard at the
back of the Castle.

Now, the King was very rich, and so his daughter had everything she
desired, and what she desired most was the means to do good to others,
and to be able to care for all the maimed and injured animals in her
father’s kingdom. She had comfortable stables built for the poor old
horses, kennels for the poor old dogs, almshouses for the poor old men
and women, and happy homes for homeless babies. The Princess was the
ministering angel of the country.

[Illustration]

In the Castle itself she had aviaries filled with beautiful birds, and
aquariums full of fish and all sorts of queer animals, including even a
frog with an injured foot, that the Princess herself had found in the
pool in the farmyard behind her father’s Castle. This was the Frog that
was no ordinary frog, except in appearance. He lived in the Castle, and
was happy; and his foot got quite well, except when he hopped he had a
slight limp.

Now, everything went happily until the lovely Princess was eighteen
years old, and then something fearful happened. A terrible and cruel war
broke out between the King, her father, and a neighbouring Emperor, and
alas! the King got the worst of it. He lost every battle from the very
beginning; town after town fell into the hands of the enemy; the happy
villages were burnt down; the crops and the cattle were seized, and the
King and his daughter sat in the Castle with only a few soldiers to
guard them, expecting every moment the arrival of the Emperor’s
victorious army.

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They had no money—all their treasures had been sold to pay for the
horrid war. The old men and women were miserable in the almshouses; the
babies cried in their homes; the horses and birds and fishes had been
set free, for there was no money with which to buy them food, and there
was misery over all the land. The poor Princess had no pets except one
that had been left behind in the aquarium—the Frog that was no ordinary
frog, and that had a limp when he hopped, and whose croak was rather
more musical than the croak of other frogs. Well, it came at last, the
Emperor’s conquering army, and it swept all before it; the Castle was
taken, and the King and the Princess had only just time to escape by the
back door, and through the farmyard by the pool, near the horse-pond,
and so on to the woods, where they hid themselves from their enemies.
The Frog was with them—yes, in a safety-matchbox, in the Princess’s
pocket. It was certainly not comfortable there, but he preferred it to
being left behind in a castle filled with strangers. The next day found
the King and his daughter miles away from their old home, seated hand in
hand upon a bank, hungry and miserable. No one would have taken them for
a King and a Princess, for he wore an ordinary felt hat, instead of a
crown, and she wore nothing on her head but her own beautiful golden
hair, which was more beautiful and brilliant than the finest gold. Well,
they went all that day without anything to eat but berries, and at night
they slept in the woods again; and so they journeyed on, more miserable
and hungry. The Frog, too, was not very happy, and having the cramp in
his lame foot, kicked somewhat vigorously in his matchbox, so that the
Princess heard him, and pitied him, and determined to let him go when
they came to some water.

[Illustration]

Now, they had not gone much farther before they came to a pond, and
here, I think, comes the wonderful part of the story. The Princess took
the Frog from the matchbox and held it for a moment in her hand, and as
she did so, she burst into tears, and her tears fell upon the little
creature.

“Alas!” she cried, “you are the last of my poor pets I loved so dearly.”

Then there suddenly came a flash of light, and a noise like terrible
thunder, and the King, in his fright, fell on his back, while the
Princess opened her dark blue eyes in wonder. There stood before her a
handsome Prince, who smiled and held out his hands to her.

[Illustration]

“The spell of a wicked fairy is broken,” he said. “The Frog you took
from the pool was no ordinary frog—in reality, he was an enchanted
Prince; your love for, and the tears that fell on him, have restored him
to his own form again.”

“Come,” he continued, “we three will go over those blue hills together,
to my lovely country. And you shall be my Princess, and we will rule the
land together.”

And so they went away, hand in hand, the Princess between her father and
the Prince, and they went over the blue hills to the most beautiful
country you can imagine. And then, before long, the Princess built
stables and kennels for the old horses and poor dogs, and almshouses for
the old men and old women, and houses for the homeless babies; and she
was never so happy as when doing good to others, and everybody loved
her, for, truly, she was the ministering angel of the land.

[Illustration: THE THREE SNOWFLAKES]




                          THE THREE SNOWFLAKES


Once upon a time there were three snowflakes, and they were called
Faith, Hope, and Charity. When I say three snowflakes, I don’t quite
mean that, but three little girls dressed in white, and looking like
snow Princesses as they trudged along across the white covered country.

They were the Earl’s daughters, and, as I have just said, their names
were Faith, Hope, and Charity. I wonder what the Earl would have called
a fourth daughter, supposing he had had one.

The three snowflakes lived at the Castle, which was on a hillside,
surrounded by a beautiful park, and overlooking the valley.

In the summer it was a lovely valley, with a river running through it,
and beautiful green woods coming down to the edges of the water.

Now the winter had come it was all white, except the river, which looked
grey in the distance. In one corner of the valley lay the village, and
in the last cottage of the village there lived a little girl called
Ruth.

Ruth was very poor, indeed, she was so poor that she possessed nothing.
The tiny cottage she stood in had been rented by her grandmother, and
now her grandmother was dead; the only relation she had left in the
world had been taken from her.

[Illustration]

There was not a crumb of bread in the cupboard, not a stick with which
to make a fire, not a penny in the girl’s pocket, so no wonder she stood
looking out of the window with dismay in her face.

The window was a little open, and through the opening came three flakes
of snow.

They fell upon the brick floor and melted slowly away.

[Illustration]

Ruth shuddered; it was the first snow of the year, it might mean the
beginning of a long, hard, cruel winter.

She shuddered again, and then of a sudden knelt on the brick floor and
clasped her hands in prayer, and this showed she had Faith in her heart.

And as she prayed the sun broke through the snow clouds, and poured in
through the window, and shone on the girl’s brown hair. She rose with a
smile on her lips and a light dancing in her eyes, for there was Hope in
her breast.

Ruth opened the window and took in the withered flowers on the sill.

“Poor flowers,” she said, “you will be warmer inside.”

Now this was Charity, for kindness is Charity, and we can be kind even
to flowers.

Then, of a sudden, there came shouts of laughter from the lane without,
and the sound of merry voices; the door of the cottage flew open, and in
ran the Earl’s daughters, the three snowflakes.

“Oh, Ruth,” said Charity, “we have heard of your trouble, and our father
has sent us to help you.”

[Illustration]

And Charity kissed Ruth on the cheek.

“And you are to come and live in the lodge by the gates,” said Faith,
putting her arms round the poor girl’s waist, and leading her to the
door of the cottage.

“And you are to be happy the whole year long,” cried Hope, clapping her
hands, and turning, she led the way, skipping and laughing, up the lane.

And so it happened that Ruth went and lived in the lodge of the great
lord’s beautiful estate, and there she may be living, contented and
happy, to this day.

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

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