SANDMAN’S
  RAINY DAY STORIES

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_Books by_

ABBIE PHILLIPS WALKER


  SANDMAN’S STORIES OF DRUSILLA DOLL
  SANDMAN’S RAINY DAY STORIES
  SANDMAN’S CHRISTMAS STORIES
  SANDMAN’S TWILIGHT STORIES
  TOLD BY THE SANDMAN
  SANDMAN’S TALES
  THE SANDMAN’S HOUR


_Harper & Brothers Publishers_

ESTABLISHED 1817




  Sandman’s
  Rainy Day
  Stories

  [Illustration]

  _By_ Abbie Phillips Walker
  _Illustrated by_ Rhoda C. Chase

  Harper & Brothers, Publishers




  SANDMAN’S RAINY DAY STORIES

  Copyright, 1920, by Harper & Brothers
  Printed in the United States of America
  Published September, 1920
  G--U




  _This book is lovingly dedicated
  to the memory of
  my father
  THOMAS PHILLIPS_




CONTENTS


                                                PAGE

  PRINCESS CANTILLA                                3

  THE TREE OF SWORDS                              18

  THE SILVER HORSESHOES                           28

  THE BLUE CASTLE                                 37

  NARDO AND THE PRINCESS                          50

  OLD THREE HEADS                                 59

  THE ENCHANTED BOAT                              73

  NICKO AND THE OGRE                              83

  THE GINGERBREAD ROCK                            91

  PRINCE ROUL’S BRIDE                            100

  SUNEV                                          109

  CILLA AND THE DWARF                            117

  GRETA AND THE BLACK CAT                        123

  THE KNIGHT OF THE BRIGHT STAR                  132

  THE DOLPHIN’S BRIDE                            138

  PRINCESS DIDO AND THE PRINCE OF THE ROSES      144

  CATVILLE GOSSIP                                151

  HOW THE ELEPHANT GOT HIS TRUNK                 154

  WHY RABBITS HAVE SHORT TAILS                   160

  THE HUNTER’S FRIEND, JOHNNIE BEAR              166

  PLAID TROUSERS                                 170

  THE THREE RUNAWAYS                             177




  SANDMAN’S
  RAINY DAY STORIES




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PRINCESS CANTILLA


Princess Cantilla lived in a castle like most princesses, but she was
not a rich princess, for her father had lost all his lands and money by
quarreling with other kings about the length and breadth of his kingdom
and theirs.

So poor little Cantilla had to work just like any common peasant girl
and cook the meals for herself and her father.

The old castle where Cantilla and her father lived had fallen into
decay, and only a few rooms at one end were now used, so that the bats
and owls had taken possession of the towers and once gorgeous halls on
the opposite side of the castle, where beautiful ladies and courtly
gentlemen were once seen in gay and festive pleasures. A kitchen and a
bedroom apiece were all the rooms that Cantilla and her father, the old
King, used, and the furniture was so old it hardly held together.

One day Cantilla was cooking soup for dinner, and as the steam rolled
up from the kettle Cantilla thought she saw a face with a long beard
looking at her. She drew her hand across her eyes to make her sight
more clear, and the next time she looked she did see a face, and a
form, too.

A little man with a misshapen back and a long white beard, the ends of
which he carried over one arm, stepped from the cover of the boiling
pot and hopped to the floor.

“Princess,” he said, bowing low before Cantilla, “I am an enchanted
dwarf. I can give you back your once beautiful home and make your
father a rich king again.

“I can cause all the rooms of the old castle to become new and filled
with beautiful hangings and furniture, as they were before your father
became so poor.”

Cantilla began to smile at the thought of all the luxury and comfort
the dwarf pictured, and she lost sight of his ugly-looking body and
face for a minute, but she was brought to her senses by what the dwarf
next said.

“All this will I give you, Princess Cantilla, if you will become my
wife,” he said, taking a step closer to Cantilla.

“Oh no, no! I cannot do that,” said Cantilla, holding up both hands as
if to ward off even the thought of such a thing.

“Wait,” said the dwarf. “Do not be so hasty, my Princess. I will come
again for your reply to-night at the fountain in the garden where the
honeysuckle grows.”

Before Cantilla could reply to this he swung his beard over his head
and disappeared in a cloud of what looked like steam or smoke.

Cantilla looked about her and pinched herself to make sure she had not
dreamed all she had just seen, and by and by she believed it was a
dream--that she must have fallen asleep in her chair by the fire.

That night while she was sleeping she was awakened by feeling some one
touch her on the face.

Cantilla had been awakened so many times by the little mice that
overran the old castle that she only brushed her face with her hand
without opening her eyes and went to sleep again.

“Cantilla, open your eyes! Open your eyes!” she heard some one whisper
close to her ear, and again she felt the touch of something on her face.

Cantilla opened her eyes and sat up in bed. The room was quite bright,
and a beautiful lamp with a pink silk shade gave everything in the room
a rose tint.

Cantilla was sure she was dreaming, for it was not her old shabby room
at all she was looking at.

She looked down at the covering of her bed--that was pink silk, too;
she felt of it and found it was filled with the softest down; she also
noticed that she wore a beautiful night-robe of pink silk and lace.

On the floor beside the bed on a soft, pink rug stood two little satin
slippers, trimmed with swan’s-down.

“I am dreaming,” said Cantilla, “but I will enjoy it while it lasts,”
and she looked about her.

The furniture was white and gold, and soft pink rugs covered the floor.
Her bed had little gold Cupids on each post, and they held in their
hands the ends of pink silk that formed a beautiful canopy; little
frills of lace fell from the bottom of the silk, making it look very
soft and pretty in the lamplight.

On the table beside her bed, which held her lamp, Cantilla saw a
big gold-and-glass bottle. She reached for it and took out the gold
stopper, then she tipped the bottle and bathed her face and hands with
the delicious perfume it held.

Cantilla put her little feet out of bed and slipped them into the
slippers and walked over to the gold-and-white dressing-table at the
other side of the room.

Everything was so beautiful she just looked at first, then she picked
up a gold brush and smoothed her hair. She took up each of the gold
toilet articles and saw that on each was the letter “C.”

“They must belong to me,” said Cantilla. “But, of course, it is all a
dream,” as she opened a drawer of a big gold-and-white chest.

What she saw made Cantilla gasp with wonder, for the drawer was filled
with beautiful clothes, and as she opened the others she found they all
were filled with silk and lace-trimmed clothes.

Cantilla forgot all about her dream and ran, just as though she were
awake, to a closet door that was open. She swung it back and looked;
there hung before her astonished gaze pink silk dresses and blue silk
dresses and white and dainty green and yellow silk dresses.

Now, I did not tell you that Cantilla had black hair which hung in long
curls about her pretty face and over her pretty white shoulders, and
her eyes were as deep-blue as the deepest blue of a violet, and when
she put on one of the pink silk dresses and stepped in front of a long
mirror she forgot all else for a moment. Then suddenly she heard her
name called softly. “Cantilla, Cantilla,” the voice said.

Cantilla looked up, and on the top of the mirror stood a little fairy
dressed in pink gauze.

“Oh! you have a pretty pink dress, too,” said Cantilla, forgetting to
be surprised at seeing a fairy in her room.

“Yes, but it is the only dress I own,” said the little creature, with a
smile, “while you have a closet full; but then mine never wear out, and
yours will.”

“You mean I will wake up in a minute, I suppose,” said Cantilla. “Yes,
I know it is a dream, but I am having a good time. I wish I could have
a dream like this every night. I wouldn’t mind being poor through the
day.”

“Ah! but you are not dreaming at all, Princess Cantilla,” said the
fairy, “and if you will follow me I will show you more of your
beautiful home. Come along.”

Cantilla did not answer, but walked after the fairy, who skimmed along
before Cantilla like a little pink bird.

The fairy touched a door with her wand and it flew open. Cantilla
looked about her in wonder, for the hall, which had been hung with
tatters of faded tapestry, now looked like the hall of a king.

The tapestry hung whole and rich-looking upon the walls, which were of
deep-blue and gold. The old armor that had been broken and covered with
dust and mold was erect as though its former wearer was inside it.

The fairy touched the door of the room where the old King was sleeping,
and again Cantilla looked in wonder, for her father slept beneath a
canopy of red and gold upon a bed of gold, and all the furnishings of
his room were such as a king would have.

Cantilla looked at her father. He was smiling in his sleep, and the
care-worn look had gone from his face.

The fairy beckoned to her and Cantilla, with one backward glance at her
sleeping father, followed.

Next the old dining-hall was opened for Cantilla to see. The once faded
and torn draperies were whole, and bats and owls were gone from the
corners of the room where they had often made their nests.

The beautiful table of onyx and silver was covered with dishes of
silver, and dainty lace napkins lay beside each place as though ready
for the coming guests. But the fairy led her away, and next Cantilla
saw the beautiful halls where the old King held his grand balls and
kings and queens and princes and princesses had danced.

The lights burned in the gold-and-glass fixtures fastened to the walls
and made the place look like fairyland.

The blue damask curtains with their edge of priceless lace hung from
the windows, whole and shimmering with richness, and chairs of gold
stood upright and bright against the walls, and the floor shone with
polish.

And so through the whole castle the fairy led the wondering little
Princess to look at her old ruined home, now beautiful and whole.

Then the fairy took Cantilla to the gardens. The once dry fountains
were playing in the moonlight, the nightingales could be heard among
the roses, and the air was filled with rich perfume.

When they reached the lower end of the garden Cantilla suddenly stopped
and stood very still. She was beside a fountain, and honeysuckle grew
over an arbor close beside it.

Cantilla remembered the words of the dwarf she had seen in her dream,
and his words, “I will come for your reply to-night at the fountain
where the honeysuckle grows.”

The fairy stood on a bush beside her. “You remember now, do you not?”
she asked. “You see it was not a dream this morning, and you are not
dreaming now, my Princess, but I cannot help you. I have finished my
work and must return to my Queen. Farewell!”

Cantilla watched the fairy disappear without uttering a single word.
She saw in her mind’s eye only the ugly features of the dwarf and heard
his words.

In another minute she saw what looked like a cloud near the
honeysuckle arbor, and in another minute the dwarf of the morning stood
before her with the ends of his long white beard thrown over one arm.

“I have come, Princess Cantilla, for my answer,” said the dwarf. “Marry
me and all you have seen shall be yours.”

Cantilla threw out her hands as she had in the morning and started to
reply, but the dwarf checked her. “Before you give your answer,” he
said, “think of your old father and how contented and happy he looked
surrounded by the comforts of his former days of prosperity.”

Cantilla let her hands fall by her side, her head bent low, and she
stood lost in thought. She saw again her old father in his bed of gold,
and the face that looked so happy, then she raised her head without
looking at the ugly creature before her and said: “I consent; I will
become your wife; I cannot love you, but I will wed you if that will
content you.”

“Follow me, then,” said the dwarf, throwing his long beard over his
head and letting it fall over Cantilla as he spoke.

Cantilla saw only a fleecy cloud closing all about her, and the next
thing she knew she was on a little island in the middle of a deep blue
ocean, with the dwarf standing beside her.

The dwarf, with his beard still over one arm, held his hands to his
mouth and gave a long, loud call, which seemed to descend to the depths
of the ocean.

Up from the water came an arm and hand holding a twisted shell, and
then Cantilla saw a head appear and blow a long, loud blast from the
shell.

A splashing was heard, and out of the water came an old man in a
chariot of mother-of-pearl.

The chariot was drawn by two horses with feet and manes of gold, and in
one hand the old man carried a long wand with three prongs at one end.

The old man struck the water with the queer-looking wand, and from all
over the surface of the water come the sea nymphs and all sorts of
monsters and creatures that live at the bottom of the ocean.

But when the mermaids appeared the old man sent them back quickly and
drove his chariot toward Cantilla and the dwarf.

Cantilla by this time was beyond being frightened or surprised, and she
stood beside the dwarf waiting for the next thing to happen.

“My Lord Neptune,” said the dwarf, bowing low as the old man drove
close to the island on which Cantilla and the dwarf stood, “I have come
with my Princess for you to perform the ceremony. She has consented to
become my wife.”

“What!” cried the old man, in an angry voice, “do you mean you have
found a Princess who will consent to have such a husband as you
are--ugly and misshapen wretch?”

“Answer him, my Princess,” said the dwarf. “Tell my Lord Neptune you
consent to marry me.”

“I do consent to marry the dwarf,” Cantilla managed to say, and again
the old man struck the water, this time in anger, and the water spouted
about them like huge fountains throwing up rivers.

Cantilla felt the dwarf take her hand, and he said, “Fear not, my
Princess; it will soon be over.”

In a few minutes the water was calm again, and the old man in the
chariot stood a little way off, surrounded by the nymphs and other
creatures, holding the three-pronged wand high over his head.

“I release you; you are wed; be gone from my sight,” said the old man,
and as the trumpet-bearer sounded his loud call, the old man and his
chariot passed into the deep water, followed by all his nymphs and the
others.

Cantilla looked toward the dwarf, wondering if ever any one had such a
strange wedding, but to her surprise he was gone and by her side stood
a handsome man, who said: “My Princess, behold in me your husband. I am
free from the spell of the old man of the sea, who wanted me to become
a sea monster and live under the ocean.

“I was changed into the shape of the ugly dwarf because I would not
marry a mermaid who happened to fall in love with me one day while I
was bathing, and she called upon a sea witch to change me into a sea
monster, but I escaped before I took on the sea shape, but not before I
was changed into the ugly dwarf you saw this morning.

“A kind fairy interceded with her Queen to save me, and she went to the
old man, who is Neptune, the God of the Waters. He told the Queen if I
could find a princess who would consent to marry me he would release
me from the spell the sea witch had cast over me.

“You know how that was accomplished, my Princess, and if you think you
can accept me in place of the dwarf for your husband we will return
to the castle, where your father is still sleeping, I expect, for the
Fairy Queen said she would watch until sunrise for our return.”

Cantilla, no longer looking sad, but smiling and happy, put her hand in
her husband’s and told him she was the happiest girl in the world.

“And I am the happiest man in the world,” said her husband, “for I not
only am freed from the spell of the sea witch, but I have won the one
woman in the world I could ever love for my wife.”

Three times he clapped his hands together, and the little fairy in the
pink gauze dress appeared.

“The Queen sends her love to you and this message, ‘Bless you, my
children,’ and now I will take you home to the castle.”

She touched the Princess and her husband on the cheek with her wand,
and Cantilla found herself back in the castle garden by the fountain
and honeysuckle arbor, with her handsome husband standing by her side.

“Come, my dear, we must go in to breakfast,” said her husband; “your
father will be waiting for us.”

“How will we explain about our wedding and the changed appearance of
the castle?” asked Cantilla.

“Oh! the Fairy Queen has arranged all that,” said Cantilla’s husband.
“Your father will not remember he ever lost his fortune; he will ask no
questions.”

Cantilla and her husband went hand in hand into the castle to their
breakfast, and from that day Cantilla never knew another sorrow or
unhappy moment.




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THE TREE OF SWORDS


Once there lived a king who had a daughter that had been changed by a
wicked witch into a brindle cow.

The witch had wanted the King to invite her to the feast when the
Princess was born, and because he invited her only into the servants’
hall and not to the feast of the royal family the old witch had thrown
a spell over the baby, and when she grew to womanhood she suddenly one
day changed into the brindle cow. Great was the surprise of the King
and Queen when they went to the room of the Princess one morning and
found in her dainty lace bed a cow in place of their pretty daughter.

They sent for the old witch at once, for they knew that some magic
spell must have caused this terrible change, but the old witch sent
back word that the only thing that would change the Princess back to
her own shape was a pear from the tree which grew by the mountain of
ice.

Now this mountain of ice all the people knew was controlled by a
three-headed troll, and the tree which grew near by was the chimney to
his home under the mountain.

There was nothing to do but to offer money to the one who would get the
pear which would restore the little Princess to her own form.

There was another thing that made it very dangerous to try to get the
pear, and this was that no sooner did one attempt to touch the tree
than all its branches changed to sharp swords.

To reach the tree the mountain must be climbed, and this being of ice,
the ones who tried were in danger of slipping and being killed as they
fell, sliding down the mountain and striking on the tree, which would
be filled with swords as soon as they struck it.

After a while all those who tried gave it up as too dangerous, and the
King then sent out word that to the one who would bring the pear,
be he rich or poor, of high or low degree, he would give to him the
Princess for a wife, as well as a barrel of gold.

But no one would risk his life for that offer, for they thought perhaps
the Princess would not regain her shape even after eating the pear, and
who would wish to marry a cow, even if she were royal?

But one day a poor youth came to the palace and told the King and Queen
that he would try to get a pear if they would give him the brindle cow
before he ventured up the mountain of ice. “For if I fail,” he said, “I
wish to leave my poor mother something, and a cow is always useful.”

The King offered money, but the youth would have nothing but the
brindle cow, so they led away the cow to the peasant’s barn, while the
King and Queen watched her go with sad hearts.

On her back was a velvet blanket trimmed with gold, and the Queen tried
to make the peasant take a soft bed for her to sleep on, but this he
would not do. “No, she is a cow, and must sleep in the barn like other
cows,” he said.

The King and Queen had all this time been feeding the cow on dainty
fruit and all sorts of good things, and the youth had heard that the
pear she was to eat to save her would be bitter and bad to taste, and
he wanted to get her used to eating anything that was given her.

The peasant youth began his climb up the mountain of ice, but each day
for a month he only went one step ahead, for while he sometimes went
far up, each time he would slip back.

And all this time the poor little cow was growing thinner and thinner,
for she would not eat the food that was put before her.

One day when the peasant youth was about discouraged and thought he
would have to give up trying for the pear, he felt the ice under him
suddenly grow soft and his feet seemed to stick and not slip any more.

To his surprise, when he looked at his feet he saw a little fairy
standing on each foot and touching them with her wand.

Up he went swiftly now, and soon was at a place on the mountain where
he could touch the magic tree, and there the little fairies told him
they were powerless to help him further.

“We can only tell you that if you can get from the three-headed troll
the belt he wears you can get the pear, but we fairies cannot throw a
spell over trolls,” they told him.

When the fairies disappeared the peasant felt more discouraged than
before, for there he was in danger of slipping, and before him was the
dreadful tree.

But while he stood thinking the tree opened and out came the troll,
leaving the tree wide open behind him.

He did not look up or down, to right or left, but walked down the
mountain, and the youth, sitting flat upon the ice, slid into the open
tree.

Down, down he went! And then suddenly he found himself in a big room,
in one corner of which was a huge bed, in another a big stove, in
another a big chair and table, and in the fourth corner stood a large
sword so tall that the peasant could easily hide behind it.

And lucky it was for him that it was big, for at that moment in came
the three-headed troll and rolled all six of his eyes about the room.

“He, hi, ho, hun! I smell the flesh of a mortal son,” he said. “You
cannot escape me, so come out from wherever you are hiding!” The
frightened youth was trembling so that the sword tipped over, and there
he stood before the three-headed troll, who jumped to catch him.

But though he had three heads, he had only two feet, and, tripping over
the sword, he fell sprawling on the floor.

Now his three heads were so heavy that, once he was down, it was hard
work to get up, and while he struggled his belt became unfastened and
lay under him on the floor.

The peasant saw this and, knowing he was in danger anyway, thought he
would risk a little more.

So he ran over to the troll and with both hands tugged at the belt, and
as the troll rolled over out from under him it came.

Quickly as he could he put the belt about his waist, and, to his
surprise, he felt so strong that the size of the sword on the floor
seemed no longer to frighten him.

He picked it up and found that it was as light as a tin one, and then
the troll, rolling over again, saw his belt around the peasant’s waist
and his sword in his hand, and he cried out, “My power is gone!” as he
tried to crawl away.

“Tell me how to get a pear from the tree and I will spare your life,”
said the peasant.

The troll managed to get upon his feet, but he was no longer the
powerful creature he had been a few moments before.

“Follow me,” he said, as he led the peasant out of the door of the
tree, which was still open.

The tree was filled with swords, all shiny and sharp-looking, as the
sun fell upon them, for as soon as the peasant had slid in the door the
swords had appeared and had warned the troll before he entered that
some mortal was near by.

“If you will promise to do as I ask you after you have the pear, I will
tell you the secret of getting it,” said the troll. “It will not harm
any one to grant my last wish.”

So the youth promised and the troll said: “You must strike the swords
on the tree with the sword you hold until the sparks fly. Then the
pears which you see hanging from the swords will fall to the ground,
but the tree will burn up.

“And then there will be nothing for me. My magic power will be gone
forever. So I ask that you will then strike me with the sword on my
middle head, and that will change me into a shape which will never harm
any one again.”

This the youth said he would do and began to strike the swords on the
tree, making the sparks fly and the pears drop, and then all at once
the tree began to burn.

Keeping the sword still in his grasp, the youth looked for the largest
of the green pears and picked it up, putting it in his pocket.

“Don’t forget your promise,” said the troll as the youth started to go
away. “You need not be afraid,” he said as the youth drew back. “The
blow will not hurt me.”

So the youth lifted the sword and brought it down on the troll’s middle
head with such force that the sword fell from his hands and struck the
mountain of ice with such a bang that the ice began to crack.

At first the youth did not see what had happened, the noise had
startled him so, but the next minute he saw that in place of the troll
stood a beautiful tree filled with pears, and the mountain was no
longer ice, but covered with soft, green moss.

He did not stop, but down the mountain he ran and to his home, where
the brindle cow stood in the barn, so hungry she opened her mouth at
once and ate the pear, thinking it would be sweet and juicy, but it
was far from that. It was so bitter and bad that had she not been so
hungry she could not have eaten it, but it was swallowed before she
knew it, and there in the stall of the peasant’s barn stood the pretty
Princess looking about her in astonishment.

“How did I come in this horrid place, and what a dirty-looking man you
are!” she said. “Take me home at once! My father is the King, and he
will punish you if you do not obey me!”

It did not take the peasant long to take her home, and when the Queen
and the King saw their daughter in her own form again they fell on
their knees before the peasant youth and thanked him.

But the Princess did not understand what it all meant, and said: “Why
do you kneel to him? He should kneel to you! Are you not King and Queen
of this land, and this man a poor peasant?”

Before the King could explain to the Princess the youth said: “I have
brought you your daughter, but you must keep her. I could never marry a
maid who thought herself above me. Give me gold and let me go back to
my home!”

He was wise enough to see that a poor peasant and a princess could not
be happy together and a peasant girl was a more fitting bride for him.

The Princess was very sorry for all she had said when she found out the
peasant had saved her, and when he was married she sent to his wife
a chest of linen and silver which made her the envy of all the other
peasants for miles around.

The troll was never heard of again, and only the peasant youth knows
that the pear-tree on the side of the mountain which bears such juicy
fruit was once the three-headed troll who lived under the tree of
swords.




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THE SILVER HORSESHOES


Once upon a time there lived a king who wanted a son-in-law who would
be a good soldier as well as a good husband, so he put his daughter,
the Princess, who, of course, was very beautiful, in a tower on top of
a high mountain. Then he sent out word all over his kingdom and to all
the other kingdoms that to the youth who could get to the top of the
tower he would give the Princess for a wife.

But when the youths came from far and near they found the mountain was
slippery as glass, and their horses slipped back faster than they could
climb.

In a kingdom far from where the King lived was a poor prince whose
father had lost all his lands and money in wars, so that when he died
he left the Prince nothing but the castle and a black horse.

One day the Prince was feeding his horse and thinking of the Princess
on top of the high mountain in the tower, and he spoke his thought out
loud.

“If only I had some clothes fit to be seen,” he said, “I would try to
reach the Princess in the tower, and this poverty would be at an end.
And you, my beauty, would have oats in plenty then,” patting the horse
on the neck.

“Why don’t you try, master?” said the horse.

The Prince was surprised to hear the horse speak, but still he had
heard of such things happening, and he answered, saying: “I have no
clothes; besides, many others have tried, and no horse is able to climb
the mountain.”

“Master, go to the witch that lives in a cave in the middle of the
woods at midnight and get my shoes,” said the horse. And then he fell
to eating his scanty dinner and said no more.

The Prince thought there was nothing to lose by doing as the horse told
him, so that night he went to the woods to find the witch. The woods
he found easily, but to find the cave was a different matter. First he
met a fox, and he asked the way to the cave of the witch.

“Oh, master,” said the fox, “take my advice and go home; no good will
come to you if you find it.”

But the Prince would not give up the quest, so he asked a wolf that he
met next where the cave was located in the woods.

The wolf ran away, saying: “You better go home. That cave will bring
only harm to any one who finds it.”

The Prince was not to be frightened and on he went, and an owl was the
next one he saw. “Where is the cave the old witch lives in?” he asked.

“Hoot! hoot!” said the owl, flapping his wings. “Be off, man, while
there is time. Don’t go near that cave if you value your life,” and off
flew the owl, leaving the Prince no wiser than before.

After going deep into the woods--in fact, he was at the very center and
did not know it--the Prince stood still and listened.

A sound reached his ear which seemed like the clatter of horses’
hoofs, and the Prince went in the direction from which the sound came.

All at once he found himself in front of the cave for which he had
searched so long, and, looking in, he saw the old witch prancing about
in the craziest manner.

She would climb the side of her cave with as much ease as she could
walk across the floor, and then, giving a spring, she would walk on the
top of the cave, her head hanging down toward the floor.

While the Prince was looking and wondering at this strange performance
he noticed something shining on her feet, and when he looked closer, to
his surprise he saw that the witch had on her feet silver horseshoes.
Then he knew what his black horse had said was worth listening to--he
was to get the shoes the old witch was wearing.

But then he thought: “She has on only two; I must have four. I wonder
where are the other two.”

Just then a black cat came dancing into the cave, and on her hind feet
the Prince saw the other two shoes he wanted. Such dancing and climbing
the Prince had never seen as was done by the old witch and her black
cat. The silver shoes seemed to take them anywhere and they could do
anything while they wore them.

After a while the witch and the black cat grew weary and took off the
shoes, and the Prince saw them lift up a stone in the middle of the
cave and drop the four silver horseshoes into a hole and then drop the
stone again.

After the witch and the black cat were fast asleep in one corner of the
cave the Prince crept in softly and lifted the stone. At the bottom of
a deep hole he saw the horseshoes, and he was wondering how he could
get them when he felt a push from behind and down he went into the
hole, landing at the bottom where the shoes were.

The old witch had awakened and had pushed him in, and the Prince could
hear her and the cat jumping about and laughing with glee that they had
trapped him.

When the Prince found himself in the hole under the cave where the old
witch lived he thought his end had come. It was as dark as a dungeon.
The only thing he could see was the glitter of the silver horseshoes.

While he stood looking at them and thinking how the old witch and her
cat jumped about, and wondering what she would do with him, he suddenly
was struck with an idea.

He would put on the shoes, one on each foot, and take the other two in
his hands.

No sooner did he think it than he did it, and, giving a spring, up he
went, the stone flying off the top of the hole as he touched it with
his hands holding the silver horseshoes.

Into the cave he jumped, and the old witch and her black cat sprang at
him, but he had only to run, and, without touching the ground, away he
flew through the forest, the old witch and her cat after him.

Sometimes they would almost catch him, for the witch had jumped on her
broomstick and the cat sat on behind her, and they flew over trees and
bushes as well as the Prince.

The Prince knew he was lost if they caught him, and finally decided to
turn around and run toward them, thinking he might be able to knock the
witch off her broomstick and so stop their flight.

No sooner did he turn than the shining silver shoes cast a ray of light
on the old witch and her cat and like magic they tumbled off the
broomstick, and away went the stick higher and higher in the air until
it disappeared; and on the ground where the cat and the old witch fell
the Prince saw two stones, one big and the other smaller and almost
black, so he knew he was rid of his enemies and could get out of the
forest safely with the silver horseshoes.

The black horse danced with delight when he saw the shoes, and stood
still until they were fastened on his feet; then he pranced about and
shook his head in a very knowing manner, though he did not speak again,
and the Prince mounted him and rode away, forgetting all about his
shabby coat.

The black horse trotted along like any other horse until they came to
the mountain on top of which the Princess lived in the tower; then the
Prince felt himself gliding up the mountain, past all the other youths
who were vainly trying to climb to the top.

Up and up they went until the Prince found himself by the tower. When
he looked at the height he knew his troubles were not at an end. He
looked around for some way to scale the wall, but it was as smooth as
glass. While he stood looking at the top he saw something white slowly
coming down the wall from a little window.

Down it came until the Prince could see that it was a piece of white
thread, and on the end of it was a little golden curl.

The Prince untied it and kissed it, then, looking up at the window, he
kissed his hand, for he knew that somewhere in the tower the Princess
had been looking for the Prince who was to come for her, and had seen
him.

He was more anxious than ever to reach the Princess, but how could he
climb those slippery walls?

How? And then he thought of the silver shoes that the witch had walked
on the top of the cave with, and he took them off his horse and tied
one on each foot and took one in each hand.

Placing his hands on the wall of the tower, he walked up as easily
as if he were walking on the ground, and in a few minutes was at the
little window above.

The Princess smiled when she saw him, and then he saw that the window
which looked so small to him from the ground was really a door.

He stepped in and knelt at the feet of the blushing Princess, who
said, “I shall be glad to leave here, but how can I get to the ground?”

“In my arms,” answered the bold Prince, and, picking her up, he stepped
out on the smooth wall again, easily reaching the ground with the
Princess.

He placed her in front of him on his horse and rode down the mountain,
at the bottom of which a crowd was waiting for him, and the King also,
for it had been noised abroad that a youth had been seen to climb the
mountain and the people wanted to see him.

“Well done, my son,” said the King, riding up to greet them. “You will
make a good soldier, for you have shown that you can overcome obstacles
to gain that which you desire. Come home; the wedding feast is
prepared.” So the Prince gained a princess for a wife, a father-in-law
who admired his courage, and was happy ever after.




[Illustration]

THE BLUE CASTLE


Once upon a time in a far-off country there lived a witch on top of a
high mountain, and every year she came down into the country about and
appeared at the palace of the King and asked for a bag of gold.

One night when the King and his Queen were making merry and having a
big feast in honor of the birth of their little daughter, the Princess
Lily, the old witch came to the palace and asked for her bag of gold.

“Tell her to begone,” said the King to his servant. “I have used all
the gold in the vaults for the feast; she will have to come next year.”

Now the old witch was very angry when she heard this message, and she
hid in the grounds of the palace until all were asleep that night, and
then she entered the palace and carried off the baby Princess.

The Queen and the King were beside themselves with grief when they
discovered their loss, and they offered big rewards for the return of
their daughter, but she could not be found.

“Find the old witch who came here the night of the feast,” said one of
the King’s wise men, “and you will find the Princess.”

They hunted far and near, but the witch could not be found, for when
any one attempted to climb the mountain where the old witch lived the
insects would become as thick as mist and clouds and they could not see
where to go.

One after another gave up the attempt, and so after a while the King
and Queen mourned their daughter as dead and the old witch never came
to the palace again.

The Queen and King never had any more children, and every day they
grieved because there would be no one to reign after they were gone.

One day one of the King’s wise men said to him: “In a cave in the
forest lives an ogre who has a wonderful horse; it is kept in a stable
made of marble, and its stall is of gold, and it is fed on corn grown
in a field of pearls.

“If we could get this horse we might be able to climb the mountain
where the old witch lives, and perhaps the Princess is still alive.”

“But how can we get this horse?” asked the King.

“Ah! that is the hard part,” answered the wise man. “The enchanted
creature can only be caught and mounted by one who can feed him with
the magic corn, and it is said that any one who tries to gather the
corn from the field of pearls finds himself sinking, and has to run for
his life, so that only the ogre, who knows the magic words that keep
the pearls from drawing him down, can gather the corn.”

When the King heard this he sent for all the princes in the land to
come to his palace, and when they came he told them he would give
to the one who could catch and mount the ogre’s enchanted horse his
kingdom if he could find the lost Princess Lily, and she should become
his wife.

But all the princes were rich enough, and did not care to take such a
risk, especially as they had never seen the Princess Lily.

Then the King sent out word to all the poor young men in his kingdom
to come to him, and he made them the same offer, but one by one they
turned away, and at last there was only a poor peasant youth left.

“I will try, Your Majesty,” he said, “but I will not marry the Princess
unless I can love her, and if she does not wish to marry me I will
not hold you to that part of the bargain, either, but I will take the
kingdom if I bring back your child.”

So that night the peasant boy went to a fairy that lived in the woods
and asked her to help him.

“You can only enter the field of magic corn by wearing the magic shoes
belonging to the ogre, and he sleeps with them under his bed. They are
tied to the big toe of his right foot by a silken thread, and no one
can cut it or break it without awakening the ogre.

“I will give you a feather, and if you are fortunate enough to enter
his chamber without being caught, for he is guarded well by a dog with
two heads, use this feather to tickle his left foot and you can cut the
silken thread without the ogre knowing it. This is all I can do to help
you. The two-headed dog is not in my power to control.”

So the peasant took the magic feather and that night he went to the
ogre’s castle in the woods and waited until he heard his snore, and
then he took from his pocket two big bones.

He opened the door to the castle, for the ogre was afraid of no one and
did not lock his door at night.

The two-headed dog growled and sprang toward the peasant, but he
quickly thrust the bones in the mouth of each and that quieted them.

The two heads began to eat, and while they were eating the peasant
crept softly into the room of the sleeping ogre and tickled his left
foot, which was sticking out from under the bedclothes.

The old ogre began to laugh, and he laughed so hard and loudly that
no other sound could be heard; and the peasant had time to break the
slender thread which was tied to the magic shoes with one hand while he
kept tickling the ogre’s left foot with the feather held in the other
hand.

When he had the shoes under his arm he crept softly away from the bed,
leaving the ogre still laughing.

The two-headed dog was still eating the bones, and the peasant went out
and sat on the steps of the castle to put on the magic shoes.

He had just drawn the shoes on when the two-headed dog finished the
bones and set up a bark that the peasant thought at first was thunder.

He ran to the field of pearls where grew the magic corn, and was just
pulling the ears when the ogre came dashing out of his castle, followed
by the two-headed dog, with both mouths wide open and looking as though
he would devour him.

Out of the field ran the peasant, but not before the ogre had entered,
and down went the ogre out of sight, the pearls closing over his
head, for, of course, he forgot all about his shoes when he heard the
two-headed dog bark, and anyway he thought they were tied to the big
toe of his right foot.

But though he was rid of the ogre he was not of the two-headed dog,
which ran after him, showing his two sets of big teeth and barking all
the while. But the peasant was far ahead of the dog, so he reached the
stable and fed the magic corn to the enchanted horse, who neighed in
the most friendly manner and let the peasant mount him.

He wore a bridle of gold and silver trimmed with rubies, and he was
pure white, with a saddle of purple velvet, with gold and silver
trimmings.

He was a horse fit for a king to ride, and the poor peasant looked
strangely out of place on his back.

Just as the peasant rode into the yard of the castle the two-headed dog
dashed at the hind feet of the enchanted horse to bite him, but the
horse kicked at him and over he rolled.

The peasant looked back to see what had happened to the dog, but he
was nowhere to be seen; in the place where he had lain was a big
black-looking rock with a ragged-looking top like a set of huge teeth.

The peasant was rid of both his pursuers now, and he rode off toward
the mountain where the King had told him the witch lived.

Up the mountain dashed the enchanted white horse, as though he had
wings instead of feet, and in a few minutes he had carried the peasant
to the top.

The peasant looked about him, expecting to see a cave, but to his
surprise he saw only a grove of trees with something glistening
through their leaves which looked like a house.

When he rode nearer to the grove he saw a deep-blue castle of glass
without doors or windows, and inside he could see a girl spinning.

She looked up as the shadow of the horse and rider fell on the glass
castle, and her eyes grew big with surprise, but before the peasant
could jump from his horse an old woman came up through the floor of the
house and tapped the girl on the head with her cane, and she turned
into a mouse.

The peasant was too astonished to move for a minute, but the laugh of
the old woman brought him to his senses and he knew she must be the
witch.

“Ha, ha! you caught the horse, but you cannot bring back the Princess
until I will it!” she screamed, and then disappeared through the floor.

The peasant walked around the blue castle, but no door or window could
he find, or an opening of any kind.

He was leading the horse by his gold bridle when suddenly it lifted one
of its front feet and struck the blue castle.

Crash! went the blue glass, and the peasant saw an opening large enough
for him to enter.

He was about to do so, leaving the enchanted horse outside, when he
heard another crash--the enchanted horse was following him in; it had
broken a place large enough for both of them to enter.

The mouse was crouching in one corner of the room and the peasant
picked it up carefully and put it in his pocket.

The horse went to the spot where the old witch had disappeared, and
tapped on the glass floor three times with one of his front feet,
and up from the floor came the old witch. But this time she was not
laughing; she looked frightened, and trembled so she had to lean on her
cane to keep from falling.

The enchanted horse took her by the dress and shook her three times,
and out from her pocket fell a black bean with a white spot on it.

As it dropped the old witch screamed and fell on the floor, and the
horse picked up the bean and swallowed it.

The peasant all this time was standing watching all the strange
happenings, not daring to move for fear of breaking the spell, and
wondering what would happen next.

As the horse swallowed the bean he seemed to shrink away from sight
and a blue mist filled the room. When it cleared the peasant beheld a
handsome young man where the horse had stood, and where the witch had
been was a deep hole.

“Did she fall into it?” asked the peasant, not knowing what else to say.

“No; in that hole we will find the magic charm that will restore the
Princess to her own form,” said the young man. “The witch disappeared
in the blue mist.”

“Let us hurry and find the magic charm,” he said, dropping into the
hole, and the peasant followed him.

There was a ladder down which they climbed, and down they went until it
seemed they would never reach the bottom.

But at last their feet touched something firm and soft and they stood
in a beautiful room on a carpet of blue velvet.

The room was hung with velvet the color of sapphire, and the chairs
were of burnished gold with velvet seats.

A gold fountain played in the middle of the room and the water fell
into a basin of sapphire.

“This is the magic fountain,” said the youth. “You must throw the
little mouse into it if you wish to bring back the Princess.”

The peasant took from his pocket the trembling little mouse. “It is
frightened,” he said. “I hate to throw it into that deep water.”

Without replying the youth grabbed the mouse from the peasant and threw
it with great force into the fountain and it disappeared from sight.

“Oh, you have killed it!” said the peasant, looking into the deep-blue
water with frightened eyes.

Then he saw a head rise slowly from the bottom of the blue basin; then
it came above the water; and then a beautiful girl stepped from the
fountain, her golden hair all wet and glistening.

A soft warm breeze came through the windows and soon her hair and
clothes were dry, and the peasant thought he had never seen any one so
beautiful as the Princess.

“I am the Prince who was changed into the horse for the ogre,” said
the youth, addressing the Princess. “I was stolen at the same time you
were and the ogre who was the husband of the witch took me and the
witch took you, but this youth has rescued us, for it was here that
the magic bean was kept that restored me to my own form, and if it had
not been for a fairy who came to me one night and told me the secret I
never should have regained my own form.”

All the time the Prince was speaking the peasant saw the Princess
looking at him with loving glance, and he knew the Princess was not for
him, and besides that he knew he never would be happy in a palace.

They began to look about and found they were in a beautiful palace that
the old witch had lived in, but, now that she was gone for good, the
peasant said he would take it as his reward and let the Prince and the
Princess return to her father.

In the stables they found beautiful white horses, and on one of them
the Prince and Princess rode away after making the peasant promise to
come to their wedding and to dance with the bride. “For we will never
forget you,” said the Princess, “and we must always be friends.”

The father and mother of the Princess listened to the story the Prince
told, and then the Queen said: “I can tell whether this is my lost
child or not. Let me see your left shoulder; she bears her name on
that shoulder if she be our child.”

The Princess bared her shoulder and there the Queen saw a tiny lily
which proved she was her child.

The King gave a great feast in honor of his daughter’s return, and the
Prince and Princess were married; and the peasant danced at the wedding
as he promised.




[Illustration]

NARDO AND THE PRINCESS


Once there lived a king who had two sons, and, though they were twins,
they were as different as if they had been strangers.

Nardo was kind and good, while his brother Stephen was greedy and
selfish, never doing any one kindness.

One day there came to the King’s gates an old beggar man who asked for
a night’s lodging and food.

The brothers were standing near and Stephen told the servants to close
the gates, that a palace was no place for beggars.

“Stop,” said Nardo to the servant; “a palace is just the place for
beggars. Brother, we have a plenty and to spare; let the poor man
enter.”

The beggar thanked Nardo and said: “You shall never regret your
kindness. Wear this ring, and whenever you wish for something money
cannot buy you shall have your wish.”

Nardo put the ring in his pocket and forgot all about it until he fell
in love with a beautiful princess, and, like all lovers, he was afraid
she did not love him.

Then he remembered the old beggar man and the ring, and put it on and
wished for the love of the beautiful Princess.

It happened that Stephen also loved the Princess, but he knew she did
not love him, and, seeing the ring the old beggar had given Nardo on
his hand one day, he remembered what the beggar had said when he gave
his brother the ring.

“I must have the ring,” said Stephen. “Then I will have the love of the
Princess; besides that, her father, the King, is old, and when he dies
I shall be king in his place.”

But it was no easy matter to possess the ring, for Nardo was as big and
strong as Stephen. There was no way to get the ring from off his finger
unless he took it by force or could get some witch to weave a spell
over him.

And all this time the beautiful Princess was in love with Nardo. Had he
only known it, he needed no magic ring to win her love for him.

One night after trying in vain to get the ring Stephen went to an old
witch who lived in a cave by the sea and asked her to get the ring for
him, promising to make her rich if she would get it.

The witch was greedy for gold, so one night while Nardo slept she
crept into the palace, aided by the wicked Stephen, and cast a spell
over Nardo, which made him forget the ring and also his love for the
beautiful Princess.

Stephen, with the ring on his finger, felt that all was easy now, and
he promptly forgot all about the old witch and the gold he promised her.

The beautiful Princess looked with sad eyes upon the now cold and
indifferent Nardo, and, while she did not love Stephen, she felt each
day that she was being drawn to him, though she knew well enough she
did not love any one but Nardo.

The old witch, however, helped the Princess out of part of her
troubles, for when she found that Stephen did not intend to give her
the gold, she waited for him one day in the palace grounds, hidden
behind a clump of bushes, and when he came out for a walk she pointed
her lean fingers at him and placed him under a spell which made him
follow her to her cave by the sea.

Here she chained him to a rock and put a dragon to watch that he did
not escape; but while the Princess escaped marrying Stephen, he still
possessed the ring which kept Nardo from remembering he had ever loved
the Princess.

One night when the Princess was sitting in her window looking at the
moon and sighing over her lost lover and his love she saw a nightingale
caught by its wing in a tree.

The tree was so close that the Princess had only to reach out and
rescue the poor bird and set it free.

The nightingale, in gratitude for its life, began to sing so sweetly
that the Princess exclaimed, “Oh, sing each night by my window,
beautiful bird, that I may for a little while at least forget my
sorrow.”

The hour of midnight was just then striking, and as the last stroke of
twelve died away the nightingale changed into a fairy.

“I am powerless to use my magic until the hour of midnight strikes,”
said the little fairy. “I have chosen to become a nightingale until
then, and the Queen will not give me the power of a fairy until I
change my form to one.

“If it had not been for your kindness I might never have become a
fairy again, for the nightingale’s wing would have been broken, and no
imperfect creature can reclaim its form, once it has changed from a
fairy.

“If I can help you, tell me and I will go to the Queen and ask to
remain a fairy, and then no matter how hard the task you set I am sure
I can make you happy.”

Of course, the Princess did not know about the magic ring, and she
could only tell the fairy how once she had felt sure that Nardo loved
her and then suddenly he had changed and would not notice her at all.

The fairy listened to the Princess and told her not to worry; that she
was sure there was something wrong; that Nardo still loved her, and at
midnight the next night she would return, and away she flittered in the
moonlight, leaving the Princess happier than she had been for many a
day.

It took the fairy but a short time to unravel the mystery, and the next
night when the Princess went to her window she found the little fairy
waiting for her, perched on the sill.

“Do not grieve, my Princess,” said the fairy. “Nardo still loves you;
it is all the work of his wicked brother Stephen, who loved you, too.”

Then she told the Princess the story of the ring and how Stephen had
got the old witch to get it for him, and that if he had given her the
gold he would have married the Princess in spite of all she could have
done.

“But if Nardo still loves me, why does he keep away? Why does he not
tell me of his love?” asked the Princess.

“He will, my dear Princess, when he remembers,” said the fairy, “and
there is where the difficult part comes in.

“We must get the ring or the stone. It is only the stone that holds the
charm, but that is still on Stephen’s finger, and to get near to him
the dragon must be overpowered.”

“Oh! I will send all my father’s soldiers,” said the Princess; “they
can kill the dragon, I am sure.”

“Not a dragon that belongs to a witch,” said the fairy, “and if my plan
works, and I think it will, we shall not need soldiers. I will be back
before the sun rises. Wait for me.”

Away went the fairy to her Queen and again asked to be changed into a
nightingale. “It is to help some one in trouble, dear Queen,” she said,
“and never again will I ask to change my form.”

The Queen granted her wish and away flew the nightingale toward the
sea, where lived the witch and the dragon.

When she was near the cave she began her sweetest song, and as she flew
nearer she sang more sweetly and softly until she alighted on a tree
right over the rock where lay the dragon and the sleeping Stephen.

The eyes of the dragon were wide open, watching on all sides for any
one who might dare attempt to rescue Stephen.

When he heard the sweet tones of the nightingale the dragon raised its
head and looked around, but, seeing only a bird perched over his head,
he had no fear. Softly, sweetly, the nightingale trilled and sang its
soothing song until at last the dragon began to nod its head, and after
a while it dropped to the ground, fast asleep.

The poor nightingale was so worn out with singing so long that it
hardly had strength to fly down to where Stephen was sleeping.

Very carefully it did so with only a soft waving of its wings, and then
its bill plucked from the ring on Stephen’s hand the red stone, and off
it flew with the stone held tightly in its bill.

Only once did it stop, and that was to sip a drop of dew from a
rose-bush where it alighted to rest, and then on it went to the palace
where Nardo was sleeping and flew through the window of his bedroom.

Nardo’s hand was open on the pillow beside his face, and into his hand
the nightingale placed the red stone and flew away to the Princess.

“Your lover will be here with the sun,” she said, “and as it is not far
from that time I must fly to my Queen.

“Farewell, my kind Princess. May you be happy with your Prince, and if
you are as good and kind as a Queen as you were when a Princess I shall
never regret my night’s work.”

The Princess thanked her again and again, but the fairy was away before
she had finished, and just then the sun peeped through the trees and
at the same time the sound of horses’ hoofs was heard coming along the
road.

The Princess’s cheeks grew red, for she knew it was her lover, and when
she reached the palace door there he was just riding up.

When the spell was broken for Nardo it released poor Stephen from the
power of the witch; the sea rolled in and the wind shrieked among the
trees and the next thing Stephen knew he was running through the forest
toward his home.

Of course, he was too much ashamed to tell of all that had happened to
him and said he had been hunting in the forest and lost his way; and
Nardo and the Princess kept his secret and did not let him know they
were aware of his treachery, and as he grew to be a better man as the
years went by, they were glad they did.




[Illustration]

OLD THREE HEADS


Once upon a time there was a little girl named Lucy. She was always
opening doors and looking into rooms that did not belong to her, and it
made her appear very rude.

One day Lucy was sent to the woods to gather berries, but instead of
filling her basket as she should have done she walked about, looking
behind rocks and trees, thinking that she might find an opening in some
of them.

“Better look out for Old Three Heads,” said a squirrel, as he ran past
her.

“I wonder what he means,” she said. “I must keep on looking, for
somewhere around here Old Three Heads must live, or the squirrel would
not have said ‘look out,’ and I want to see what he is like.”

“Better look out for Old Three Heads,” called a bird from the limb of a
tree.

“Better look out for Old Three Heads,” called a rabbit as he ran into
his hole.

“I wish some one would tell me where Old Three Heads lives,” said Lucy,
“instead of just saying look out for him.”

Just then she came to a path which led through thick bushes.

“I will see where this leads,” she said. “Perhaps it leads to Old Three
Heads’ house.”

Lucy walked along the path and soon she saw a castle standing among
the trees. Most little girls would have hesitated about going into a
strange house, but Lucy’s curiosity was so great she thought only of
seeing the inside of the castle. She walked up the steps and opened the
door. The hall was long and dark, but she was not afraid. So she closed
the door and walked along.

There were many doors on each side of the hall, and Lucy opened one
and looked in. In one corner of the room was a horse with three heads.
“What a queer place to keep a horse!” thought Lucy.

“Better look out for Old Three Heads,” said the horse, shaking all
three heads and looking sad.

“How did you get three heads?” asked Lucy.

“I looked in the window one day when Old Three Heads was eating his
dinner, and he saw me. You better look out,” he warned her again.

Lucy thought of the other doors and decided to keep on, for she was
very anxious to see what was behind all of them.

She opened another door and a three-headed cat ran toward her. “You
have only one head!” said the cat, in a tone of surprise. “You better
look out for Old Three Heads.”

“I am not afraid,” said Lucy, as she left the room and opened another
door. In this room was a three-headed dog. He looked at her and said,
“Better look out for Old Three Heads; you will find him if you keep on
opening doors.”

“I want to see him,” answered Lucy. “Where is he?”

“You better run while you can,” said the dog, “but you will find him if
you keep on, and then you will wish you had taken my advice.”

But Lucy only laughed and went to another door. In that room she saw a
three-headed cow.

“What a queer place!” she said. “I never saw animals living in a house
before. Why are the animals kept in the house?” she asked the cow.

“We belong to Old Three Heads,” replied the cow, “and every creature
that comes in this castle has three heads. You better look out for Old
Three Heads,” she warned her.

“Why did you come in, if you knew you had to wear three heads?” asked
Lucy.

“We wanted to see what was in here, just as you did,” replied the cow.
“The cat found the door open and she walked in to look about; the dog
saw her enter and he followed. Old Three Heads saw them. You better
look out,” she warned Lucy again.

But Lucy was more curious than ever, and she kept on with her questions.

“How did you and the horse get three heads?” she asked. “You did not
walk in the door, did you?”

“Not at first,” answered the cow. “The horse put his head in the window
one day when it was open and Old Three Heads saw him.”

“And you,” asked Lucy again, for the cow stopped and hung her three
heads, “what did you do?”

“I saw some green corn on the window-sill,” the cow confessed, very
slowly, “and I put my head in the window to get it and Old Three Heads
saw me.”

“What happens when he sees you?” she asked.

“Wait and see,” replied the cow. “But I have warned you; you’d better
look out for Old Three Heads and run while you can.”

As that was all the information she could get from the cow, Lucy told
her she would find out for herself how they all got their three heads,
and she went to the next door and opened it.

The room was dark, and at first Lucy could not see anything, but some
one said, “Who-who,” and as the sound came from a corner of the room
Lucy went in and looked about.

As her eyes became accustomed to the darkness she saw perched on the
back of a chair an owl with three heads.

“Well, of all things!” exclaimed Lucy. “How did so wise a bird as you
happen to be caught by Old Three Heads?” she asked.

“Who-who are you?” stuttered the owl. “You-you better look out for Old
Three Heads,” he warned Lucy.

“Tell me how it happened that you have three heads,” asked Lucy,
ignoring the warning as she had before.

“Who-who are you?” stuttered the owl again.

“I am a girl,” said Lucy. “Can’t you see?”

“Bet-bet-better look out,” warned the owl again.

“Oh dear!” said Lucy. “You are worse than the others. I am going to
find Old Three Heads and find out, if I can, how all of you got three
heads.”

“Who-who,” said the owl as she went out of the room.

Lucy opened another door, and there on the throne in this room sat a
giant with three heads. She had found Old Three Heads at last.

For the first time since she entered the castle Lucy was frightened
when she saw the curious-looking creature; but there was no chance to
escape; it was too late.

The giant looked at her a second, and then he called out to his
attendants, who all had three heads but were much smaller men: “Bring
the intruder before me.”

“Bring two heads,” he said, when Lucy stood before him.

When the heads were brought one had black hair and one red.

“I do not want those heads,” said Lucy; “they do not match my hair.
Can’t I have two golden-haired heads?”

“Those are all I have,” said the giant, “and you will have to wear
them. On with them,” he said, and the attendants fastened the heads on
Lucy’s shoulders, one on each side of her own head.

“I wish I could see myself,” said Lucy, still curious.

“Take her to her room,” said the giant, and Lucy was taken to one of
the rooms that opened out of the long hall.

When she was alone she looked around the room and saw a mirror hanging
on the wall. She ran and looked into it. The new heads looked very
cross.

“What is the matter with you?” asked Lucy.

“I do not like red hair or light hair,” said the dark-haired head.

“And I do not like dark hair or light hair,” said the head with red
hair.

“I cannot help that,” said Lucy. “I did not want either of you.”

“I will not stay here,” said the dark-haired head.

“Neither will I,” said the head with the red hair.

And they began to pull away. Lucy bent first to one side and then to
the other, with the pulling of the quarrelsome heads.

“Do keep quiet,” she said at last. “I am sorry I said anything about
the color of your hair. If you will be good I’ll try to get you
something nice to eat.”

This plan quieted the heads, and Lucy went to the door. It was not
locked, and she opened it and went out.

First she went to the room where the horse was.

“Horse, can you tell me where I can get something to eat?” she asked.

“Yes,” said the horse. “Go to the fireplace and call up the chimney.”

“I want my dinner,” Lucy called.

Down came a table with food upon it and a chair standing beside it.
Lucy seated herself and began to eat.

Then the trouble began; every time she raised the fork to her mouth the
dark head or the head with red hair would stretch out their necks and
take the food from the fork before Lucy could get a chance.

The new heads quarreled because each thought the other was getting more
than its share.

Lucy put her fork and knife on the table in despair. “You are a pair of
greedy heads,” she said. “I have not had a bite.”

“It is all your fault,” said one; “you should not have got us.”

Lucy went into the room where the cat was and asked her if she would
tell her where she could get something to drink.

“Rap three times on the wall,” said the cat.

Lucy tried this and a cup appeared filled with water. Lucy tried to put
it up to her lips, but the head with the red hair reached it and drank
all the water.

Lucy rapped again, and another cup appeared, and this time the head
with dark hair reached it and drank every drop of water before Lucy
could stop it.

She tried several times, but each time the greedy heads drank it
before she could get her lips to the cup.

She went into the room where the dog was kept.

“Where can I find a comfortable chair and a book?” she asked.

“Tap on the floor three times,” the dog said.

Lucy did as he said, and a chair appeared, and beside it a table filled
with books. Lucy opened one of the books and looked at the pictures.

“I cannot see them,” said the head with the red hair. Lucy moved the
book to one side.

“I should think you would remember that you have three heads,” said the
head with the dark hair. “How do you expect me to see if you keep the
book over that side?”

Lucy moved the book to the other side, and then the head with the red
hair began to fuss again.

“Oh dear!” said Lucy. “You are the most selfish heads I ever saw. I
will go to the cow and see if she can help me,” she said.

“Where can I find a bed?” she asked the cow. “These heads have just
tired me out.”

“I will get you one,” said the cow. “Moo, moo!” she called up and from
the floor came a bed.

Lucy lay down upon it. “I do not want to go to sleep,” said the head
with dark hair. “I do,” said Lucy. “I am tired and I am going to sleep;
you can stay awake if you wish to.”

“I do not feel tired,” said the head with red hair; “I feel like
singing,” and it began to sing so loudly that Lucy had to get up.

“I’ll go to the owl and see if he can help me,” she said, as she went
out of the room.

She went into the room where the owl was and opened the window. The owl
hid its three heads.

“You are such a wise bird,” she said to the owl, “I wish you would tell
me what to do with these new heads; they quarrel all the time.”

“Who-who!” said the owl.

“I cannot understand how any one could ever think you were wise,” said
Lucy; “all you can say is who-who. I wish I could be rid of these
troublesome heads.”

“Why don’t you, then?” said the head with red hair. “We come off if you
pull hard.”

“I never thought of that,” said Lucy, pulling at the head with red
hair.

Off it came and flew through the window.

Then she tried the other and it came off and followed the other through
the window.

“Would you like to be rid of your extra heads?” Lucy asked the owl.

“Who-who,” answered the owl.

“You silly bird!” said Lucy, pulling at his extra heads. Off they came
and followed Lucy’s heads.

“Let’s go to the cow,” said Lucy, “and take off her heads.”

The owl tried to follow her, but bumped against the wall and fell to
the floor.

“Oh, I forgot that you could not see in the daytime,” said Lucy. “I’ll
put you on my shoulder,” she said, picking him up from the floor.

“Would you like to get rid of your extra heads?” Lucy asked the cow.

“Of course I would,” she said. “How did you get rid of yours?”

“I will show you,” said Lucy, pulling at the cow’s extra heads. Off
they came and out the window they flew.

“Well, I never should have thought of that,” said the cow.

“Let us go to the cat and the dog and the horse,” said Lucy, “and help
them to get rid of their troubles.”

Each of them said they had never thought to try pulling the extra heads
off, and they were very grateful to Lucy for helping them.

The heads all flew out of the window and that was the last that was
ever seen of them.

“I think we should get out of this place as soon as we can,” said Lucy.
“Old Three Heads might get us again.”

They hurried out of the house and soon were in the woods a long way
from the castle.

“Did Old Three Heads get you?” asked the animals they met in the woods.

Lucy told them he did. “But he will not bother you,” she said, “if
you keep away from his house, and I warn you that three heads are a
nuisance, and you may not be so fortunate as we have been in escaping
from them.”

“Did you have to feed them all?” asked a squirrel.

“Yes,” answered Lucy, “or at least I tried to, but they quarreled so
that I had to go without.”

“I will never go near Old Three Heads,” said the squirrel. “I have all
I can do to take care of one head.”

“I have had my lesson,” said Lucy. “I shall never look into rooms again
when the door is closed, for one head is all I care to have.”




[Illustration]

THE ENCHANTED BOAT


Once there was a King who had a very beautiful daughter, and when the
Queen died the King married a woman who had a son named Tito because he
thought this new Queen would be kind and good to the Princess.

But in this the King was greatly mistaken, for the Queen thought only
of her son and wished to make him King.

She told the King that if he would make the Princess marry Tito that he
need have no fear about the future of his kingdom, for he could be sure
her son would make a good king.

“And a woman should not be Queen and rule alone such a big kingdom as
you possess,” said the scheming Queen.

The King, who thought more of his daughter’s happiness than anything in
the world, called the Princess and told her of his plan. “Marry your
stepmother’s son and all will be well with you and I can die happy,” he
told the Princess.

But the Princess did not want to marry Tito, for she did not love him,
and when she found that her father would not listen to her pleadings,
but told her that very night she should wed Tito, the little Princess
ran out of the palace and threw herself face down on the grass and wept.

When it came time for the wedding she was nowhere to be found, and
though the palace and the gardens were searched, it was all in vain.
The Princess had disappeared.

What had happened was that while the Princess was crying and bemoaning
her sad lot she heard a sound, and when she looked up there was a lake
she had never seen at the foot of the garden, and on it a beautiful
boat with a sail of silk the color of gold.

There was no one in the boat, and the Princess, forgetting her sorrow
in her wonderment at this strange sight, ran down to the water’s edge,
where another surprise awaited her. For the boat came sailing straight
to the place where she stood.

The Princess stepped in, and away went the boat out over the blue
water, and in a few minutes she was in a country she had never seen
before.

The little Princess was not frightened, for she felt sure nothing worse
could befall her than if she stayed at the palace and had to marry
Tito, and, while she was sorry to leave her father, she could not be
happy with a man she did not love.

The lake led to a river, along the banks of which were high hills and
beautiful woods, and the Princess was so lost in admiring the beauty of
the scene she did not notice they were approaching a castle until her
boat sailed under a white marble bridge, which soon brought her at the
steps which led into the garden of the castle.

Here the strange boat stopped and the Princess knew she was expected to
get out.

She walked up the steps into a garden filled with pink and white roses,
with a fountain of pearl and gold in the center which threw a perfumed
spray all about, which filled the air with fragrance.

There were no paths in the garden, but the grass was like green velvet
and yellow birds flittered among the small green trees and sang sweet
songs.

Through the roses and trees the Princess saw the entrance to the
castle, and on the broad steps of marble and gold came a queer-looking
creature followed by more servants than the Princess had ever seen in
her father’s palace.

The Princess did not feel at all afraid, although the strange-looking
creature had the body of a beautiful leopard, while his head was that
of the handsomest youth the Princess had ever beheld.

His hair was dark and as he came nearer to her the Princess saw that
his eyes were deep blue, the kindest eyes she had ever seen.

He held out one huge paw toward her and then withdrew it and said, “I
fear you will not care to take the paw of such a beast as I am, but I
can assure you I will not harm you, Princess.”

“I am not afraid,” said the Princess, putting out her hand, “but tell
me how you know that I am a princess?”

After the leopard-man had taken her hand he led her up the steps,
and as they walked along he told her that no one but a princess could
have entered the boat. “It had sailed for many a year in quest of the
princess who would be willing to sail away in it,” he told her, “and as
only a princess can help me, no one but a princess could get into the
enchanted boat.”

When the Princess and the leopard-man entered the castle he told her
his strange story. He was a prince who had been changed by a witch into
the shape she saw, and the only thing that could save him was a gold
root which grew far up on a blue mountain-peak.

“But that root must be brought to me by a princess and no one else,”
said the leopard-man, “so you see how impossible it is that I shall
ever regain my own shape.”

“If you will tell me where this blue mountain-peak can be found,” said
the Princess, “I will undertake the task, for I do not wish to return
to my father’s palace, and I would like to help you.”

“The enchanted boat will take you if you really wish to try,” said
the leopard-man, “but I fear it is a task you are far from fitted to
undertake, for no one can go with you; that would break the spell.”

The Princess, however, told him she would try, and at once set out on
the strange errand, the boat sailing along the river and then out into
the open sea.

By and by the Princess saw on the side of a high mountain, the top of
which was blue, something growing which shone like gold, and she knew
it must be the golden root for which she was seeking.

The enchanted boat sailed close to the foot of the mountain and
stopped, and the Princess knew she was to get out, but how was she to
reach the golden root which grew far up on the mountain?

The Princess stepped out of the boat on the rocks and sat down to
think what she could do, for to climb up the steep, smooth side of the
mountain was out of the question; if only she could fly she thought she
might reach it.

Just then she heard a swishing sound, and, looking up, she saw a big
eagle coming toward her with a broken leg.

The bird fell at her feet, and, as so many strange things had already
happened, the Princess did not feel afraid of the big creature, for
she felt sure that in some way he would help her.

“Oh, you poor hurt bird!” she said, tearing off a piece of her dress
to bind up its leg; then from a stream falling from the mountain she
brought in the hollow of her hand water for him to drink.

At night the Princess took off her cloak and covered the eagle, while
she huddled close to the mountain and behind a rock to keep the cold
from herself.

In the morning she was surprised to find the eagle had flown away, but
on the rocks was her cloak, and two feathers from the wings of the bird
lay beside it.

The Princess put on her cloak and took up one of the feathers, and to
her surprise the hand that held the feather flew up over her head.

She picked up the other feather with the other hand and up she was
carried, her cloak spreading out like a pair of wings.

With the feathers she guided herself until she alighted on the top of
the blue-peaked mountain.

She laid the feathers down and began to dig for the root which the
Prince had said was the only thing that could save him.

When she had enough of the golden root she again took the feathers, one
in each hand, and flew down to the water, where the enchanted boat,
which had sailed away when she left it, now stood waiting.

The feathers from the eagle she put carefully on the rocks, but the
bird was nowhere to be seen, and, knowing that it must have been a part
of the magic plan to help her, the Princess sailed away, feeling sure
the eagle was safe and his broken leg quite well.

When she reached the castle of the leopard-man he was on the steps to
meet her and without waiting to enter the castle he took the golden
root from her and tasted it.

The leopard body disappeared and there he stood before her, a tall,
handsome youth whom any maiden, even a princess, would fall in love
with.

The Princess told him her story and the Prince told her they would go
at once to her father and he would ask for her hand, for he had already
asked for her heart and found that it was his.

The enchanted boat took them back to the garden of the King, where
they found that the Queen, when she knew that her son had lost the
chance of becoming King when the Princess disappeared, had put the King
in a dungeon under the palace and she and her son had become the rulers
of the kingdom.

The Prince quickly undid all this mischief by setting the King free,
and when he found out how treacherous his Queen really was he sent her,
with her son, away from the palace and told them never to return or
they would both be put in prison.

He was a kind-hearted King and gave them gold to care for them the rest
of their days, and it did not take them long to leave the palace, you
may be sure, for already the wedding feast was being made ready for the
marriage of the Princess and her Prince.

The enchanted boat now was not needed, and that with the lake
disappeared, but when the Princess set out with her husband to go to
the castle she found that it was within her father’s kingdom that the
Prince had lived.

At the end of the castle garden where the Prince and the Princess live
is a long stone seat, and at one end grows a bush of golden flowers,
the like of which no one ever saw before, and at the other is the
figure of a big eagle made of gold and bronze, but only the Princess
and her husband know what these things mean.




[Illustration]

NICKO AND THE OGRE


Once upon a time there lived on the banks of a deep, wide river an ogre
who ate all the fish in the river, never letting the people who lived
in the town come near the river to fish.

And this was not all the ogre did. He would make such a noise when he
slept that all the children were frightened so they could not sleep at
night, and the people decided at last that something must be done.

One day a youth named Nicko said he would go to an old witch who lived
in the forest and ask her what could be done.

So to this witch the youth went. “There is only one way to get rid
of the ogre,” she told Nicko, “and that secret is known only to a
mermaid, who comes up from the river every night and sings to the ogre.”

Of course the ogre would see Nicko if he went to the mermaid when she
was singing, so he decided to have a suit made of green and silver that
would make him look like a huge fish and dive into the river, hoping in
that way to find the home of the mermaid and learn the secret she knew.

One night after the mermaid had finished her song to the ogre, Nicko
slipped from behind a rock where he was hidden, dressed in his
green-and-silver suit, and swam to the place he had seen the mermaid go
under the water.

Down, down he went, and just before he reached the bottom of the river
the mermaid turned around and saw him.

She had never seen such a beautiful big fish before and the silver
glistened and shone so in the moonlight that the mermaid was filled
with envy.

“Oh, beautiful fish, tell me where you got your shining coat! I must
have a dress like it at once,” she said, swimming along beside Nicko.

“I will tell you, beautiful mermaid, willingly, and I will bring you a
dress of wonderful brightness,” said Nicko, “if you will tell me how
the people who live in the river town can get rid of the ogre you sing
to every night.”

The mermaid no longer smiled when she heard this; her face looked sad
and unhappy.

“That can never be done; for the way to be rid of the ogre is beyond
my power, although I know the secret,” answered the mermaid; “but you
cannot help me.”

“Well, if I cannot help you, at least tell me how it could be brought
about that the river folk could be rid of their trouble.”

“A mortal must come to this river and live here,” said the mermaid.
“And he must marry me. Now you see how impossible it is for any one to
learn the rest of the secret, for who would marry a mermaid and live at
the bottom of the river?”

Nicko had fallen in love with the pretty mermaid at first sight, and
when he heard this he said: “Show me your home, pretty maid. Perhaps I
can help you, even if I am only a fish.”

To the very bottom of the river the mermaid took Nicko, and when they
stood on the white sand before her home of crystal Nicko said:

“Mermaid, I love you! Behold your mortal lover. Will you be my wife?”

As he spoke he threw off the green-and-silver costume he wore, and
there stood the mortal who had come to woo her.

The pretty little mermaid blushed and hung her head. “I did not know; I
could never have guessed you were a mortal,” she stammered.

“Of course you couldn’t,” said Nicko, almost forgetting why he was
there, he was so very much in love with the pretty creature. “Now where
shall I find your father?” he asked.

The little mermaid clapped her tiny hands, and from under the rock came
many little silver-colored fish, swimming all around her.

“Run quickly and tell the dolphin to find Father Neptune,” said the
mermaid.

Soon the water began to roll and tumble about, and Nicko saw swimming
toward them two sea-horses drawing a chariot in which stood a man
carrying in one hand a curious and big three-pronged fork.

“He is Father Neptune,” said the mermaid. “Ask him for me if you wish.”

“Well, young mortal, what do you wish here at the bottom of my river?”
asked Father Neptune.

At first Nicko did not know what to say, for Father Neptune was very
big and stern-looking; but when he saw the little mermaid swim up to
him and lean her head against his shoulder he took courage and spoke.

“I wish to marry your daughter,” he said, “and live at the bottom of
the river.”

Father Neptune began to smile. “The spell is broken for you, my dear,”
he said to the little mermaid, “and I am glad. I would have helped you
before this if I could, but it was not in my power.

“She is yours, mortal youth,” said Neptune. “I pronounce you man and
wife. And now we will see what can be done to get rid of that awful
ogre on the bank of the river. He has bothered me so much, I shall be
glad to have him gone.”

“Now we are married,” said the mermaid to Nicko, “I can tell you I
am not a mermaid at all, but a king’s daughter who was changed into
a mermaid to sing for the ogre because my father did not invite the
dreadful ogre to a feast at his palace one night.

“The ogre cast a spell over me which could be broken only when a mortal
should come to the bottom of the river and ask me to marry him, which
the ogre thought never could happen.

“Now it is my turn to have the ogre changed into another form, and if
Father Neptune will consent I will ask the old forest witch to change
him into a big rock in the middle of the river.”

“Very well, my dear,” said Father Neptune, “a big rock will be an
addition to my river, and when I run in here to rest my sea-horses will
have a place to play and my dolphins a place to sit.”

“Good-by, Father Neptune,” said the mermaid. “I shall no longer wear
this form after to-night, for when I touch the land I shall be a mortal
again.”

“I will take you to the shore,” said Father Neptune; “jump in, both of
you.” It took only a minute for the sea-horses to dash to the top of
the river, and another for them to bring the chariot to the bank of the
river near the forest.

Nicko jumped out and lifted the little mermaid to the ground, which she
no sooner touched than before him stood a beautiful young girl on two
dainty feet.

When he looked around Father Neptune was gone and the Princess (for we
must call her so now) said: “We must hurry to the witch and tell her
before sunrise, or the ogre will have another day in which to bother
the river-town people.”

When the old witch saw the Princess she began to laugh. “Ha-ha!” she
said. “Now the ogre will be in my power. Leave him to me, my dear. I
will change him into any shape you wish.”

The Princess told her she wished him changed into a huge rock to be
placed in the middle of the river.

“Come along, my pretties; you shall see it done,” said the old witch,
clapping her hands as she spoke.

Up from behind the cave jumped a big broomstick, and on it hopped the
witch and the Princess and Nicko, and off they flew to the place where
the ogre sat fishing by the river.

When they were near enough for the old witch to touch him with her
crooked cane she leaned over and tapped him on the head and said:

  “In the middle of the river,
  To dwell there forever,
    A rock you shall be
    So all folks may see.”

A peal of thunder that shook the woods around was heard, and then a
loud splash.

When the mist of the splashing water cleared Nicko and the Princess saw
a huge black rock in the middle of the river, and the next thing they
knew they were flying through the air with the old witch again.

“Here is your home, Princess,” said the witch at last. “They will be
waiting for you and your husband, for I sent word you had been rescued,
and a feast is being made in honor of your marriage.”

Before Nicko or his bride could thank the witch she was far above their
heads and flying away.

The King and the Queen were overjoyed to have their daughter again and
gave Nicko such a welcome that he quite forgot his home by the river
and never returned.

But this did not matter, as he was an orphan, but no one thought of him
as being the cause of the ogre’s disappearance. The people in the river
town knew the ogre had gone, and they cared not who brought it about.

Nicko and the Princess lived happily ever after, and one day became the
King and Queen in the country where they lived.




[Illustration]

THE GINGERBREAD ROCK


Once there lived near a forest a little boy named Hans and his sister,
whose name was Lisbeth.

Their parents had died when they were tiny and their uncle had taken
them because he thought they could do all the work and so save the
money he would have to pay for a servant.

But this uncle was a miser and gave Hans and Lisbeth very little to
eat, so very little that often they went to bed very hungry.

One night when they were more hungry than usual, for they had worked
hard all day, Hans whispered from his cot in one corner of the room:
“Lisbeth, let us get up and go into the woods. It is bright moonlight
and we may be able to find some berries. I am so hungry I cannot go to
sleep.”

So out of the house they went, making sure their uncle was sound
asleep, and soon they were running along the path through the woods.

Suddenly Hans stopped and drew Lisbeth back of a tree. “Look!” he said,
in a whisper, “there is smoke coming from the side of that great rock.”

Lisbeth looked and, sure enough, a tiny curling smoke was coming from a
little opening in the rock.

Very cautiously the children crept up to the rock and Hans stood on
tiptoe and sniffed at the smoke.

“It is a pipe,” he whispered into Lisbeth’s ear. “Some one is inside
the rock, smoking.”

“No one could live inside a rock,” said Lisbeth, creeping closer and
standing on a stone that she, too, might sniff at the curling smoke.

Lisbeth became curious when she discovered it was the smoke from a
pipe. “You could boost me, Hans,” she said, “and I could peep in and
see if some one is inside.”

Hans told her he did not think it was nice to peek, but Lisbeth told
him it was very different from peeking into a house, and so Hans
boosted her, for he was just as curious as his sister.

Lisbeth grasped the edge of the opening in the big rock with both her
little hands, when, to the surprise of both children, it crumbled and
Lisbeth lost her balance.

Over went both of them on the soft moss, and when they sat up Lisbeth
held something in both her little hands.

“It’s cake!” she said, with wide open eyes. “No; it is gingerbread!”
she corrected, as she tasted it.

And, sure enough, it was gingerbread; the rock, instead of being stone,
was all gingerbread.

Hans and Lisbeth forgot the smoke and their curiosity in the joy of
their discovery, and soon both of them were eating as fast as they
could big pieces of the Gingerbread Rock.

Hans and Lisbeth were not greedy children. So when they had satisfied
their hunger they ran off home without taking even a piece of the
gingerbread with them to eat the next day.

They were soon in bed and asleep, and if each had not told to the other
the same story the next morning they would have been sure they had
dreamed it all.

The next night they were hungry, as usual, and when the moon was well
up in the sky out they crept again and ran into the woods.

But this time there was no curling smoke to guide them, and they tried
several rocks before they found the gingerbread. For, strange to say,
the place they had broken away did not show at all and there were so
many rocks the children could not find it.

But at last Hans cried out with joy, “Here it is, Lisbeth!” and held up
a big piece of gingerbread he had broken off.

Lisbeth, in her hurry to get a piece, broke off much more than she
intended, and, to the surprise of both children, a big opening was
made, large enough for them to step through.

“Perhaps we may find out where the smoke came from,” said Lisbeth,
suddenly remembering the smoke they had seen the night before.

Eating as they went, both of them stepped inside the rock and walked
into a big room where, by the table, sat an old man asleep.

His glasses had tumbled off his nose and the pipe he had been smoking
was on the floor beside him, where it had tumbled. His lamp had gone
out and his paper had slipped from his hand.

Lisbeth and Hans looked at him and then at the gingerbread they held.
“It is his house,” said Hans.

“And we are eating it up! What shall we do?” asked Lisbeth, looking
very much frightened.

“Better wake him up and tell him,” said Hans, “and perhaps he will let
us bake some more and mend the place we have broken.”

“I’ll pick up his paper and pipe and brush up the ashes,” said tidy
little Lisbeth, “and you light his lamp, and perhaps he will forgive us
when we tell him we did not know it was his house we were eating.”

But instead of being cross when he awoke, the old man smiled at them
and asked, “Did you eat all you wanted of the gingerbread?”

Hans told him they were very sorry and that they did not know any one
lived inside when they ate the gingerbread.

“We will bake you some more and patch the place we made,” said Lisbeth.

“Right through that door you will find the kitchen,” said the old man.
“Run along, if you like, and bake it.”

And such a kitchen as Hans and Lisbeth found, for Hans went along, you
may be sure, to fix the fire for his sister!

The shelves and cupboards were filled with flour and butter and eggs
and milk and cream and meat and pies, cookies, puddings, but no
gingerbread.

“We will get breakfast first for the man,” said Lisbeth, “for I am sure
he must be hungry and it is growing light. Look out the window.”

To Hans’s surprise there was a window. Then he saw a door, and when he
looked out he found they were in a pretty white house with green blinds
and not a rock, as he had supposed.

Hans and Lisbeth became so interested in cooking they quite forgot
their own home or the unkind uncle who almost starved them, and when
the breakfast was ready they put it on the table beside the old man.

“I thought you would like your breakfast,” explained Lisbeth, “and now
we will make the gingerbread and repair your house.”

“After breakfast you may, if you like,” said the old man, “but first
both of you must eat with me.”

My, how Hans and Lisbeth did eat, for while Lisbeth had cooked only
ham and eggs enough for the old man’s breakfast, there seemed to be
quite enough for them all.

And while they are eating we will see what the miser uncle was doing,
for he had called the children at break of day and they were not to be
found.

It happened that the ground was damp and the uncle saw the prints of
their feet from the door to the road and along the road to the path in
the woods, and then the soft leaves and moss did not show where they
went.

Thinking they had run away and gone into the woods, their uncle hurried
along, calling their names at the top of his voice.

As he came near the Gingerbread Rock the children heard him and began
to tremble. “It is uncle,” said Hans. “He will be very angry because we
have not done our work.”

“Sit still,” said the old man as the children started to leave the
table, and, taking his pipe, the old man sat down under a little
opening like a tiny window and began to smoke.

Soon the children could hear their uncle climbing up outside, and they
knew he had seen the smoke just as they had the night before, and was
trying to look in.

Then they heard him tumble just as Lisbeth had when the Gingerbread
Rock broke off in her hands, and they knew he had discovered it was
good to eat, for all was still for a few minutes.

Nothing was heard again for a long time, and then the sound of some one
breaking off big pieces was heard, and when Hans and Lisbeth climbed
up, as the old man told them to do, and looked out of the opening they
saw their uncle with a shovel and a wheelbarrow.

He was breaking off big pieces of gingerbread and filling the barrow as
fast as he could.

But when he had filled it he could not move it, for it was no longer
gingerbread, but stone he had to carry.

The old man motioned to the children to keep quiet, and he opened a
door they had not noticed and went out.

Just what he said the children never knew. But they soon found out that
instead of being poor, as they had thought, their miser uncle had taken
all the silver and gold their parents had left and hidden it in his
cellar under the stones.

The miser uncle disappeared and was never seen again, and the old man,
who was really a wizard, told them where to go and what to do with
their wealth. So they were happy ever after.

Of course, they never forgot the Gingerbread Rock or the kind old man.
But because he was a wizard they knew they would never see him again,
for fairies and witches and wizards are all enchanted and disappear in
a very strange manner.

“Our good fortune came to us because we tried to be kind to the old
man, I am sure,” said Hans one day, when they were talking about the
Gingerbread Rock.

“Yes, and because we wanted to repair the damage we had done he knew
we did not mean to do any harm,” said Lisbeth; “but I shall never eat
gingerbread again without thinking of him.”

“Nor I,” said Hans.




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PRINCE ROUL’S BRIDE


Once upon a time in a far-off land there lived by an ocean an ogre and
his wife.

Their home was a cave in a big white rock which was so white it shone
like a light even in the darkest night, and many a ship had thought it
a harbor in a storm and been wrecked by the shore where the ogre lived.

And this was the way he lived, because the ships carried rich cargoes
and the ogre lost no time in helping himself to all that he could find,
while the sailors were glad to escape in lifeboats when they saw the
dreadful-looking ogre, who was so big and strong he could lift a ship.

In the same country, miles and miles away from the ogre’s cave, lived
a rich king, who had a son named Roul, and one day while the Prince
was out hunting he passed in the woods a cabin where lived a poor girl
named Leta.

But while Leta was very poor she was also very pretty, and as the
Prince rode past he saw her at the window and raised his plumed hat and
smiled.

The next day Prince Roul again rode to the woods and this time he did
not pass Leta’s cabin. He stopped his horse in front of her door and
asked for a drink of water.

He had thought Leta pretty through the window, but when he beheld her
this time he completely lost his heart, and day after day he went to
the cottage and talked to pretty Leta.

After a while the King told his son it was time he was looking for a
wife, as he wanted to see him married before he died and know that his
wife was worthy to be a queen.

So the King gave a feast which lasted for weeks, and princesses from
far and near were asked that Prince Roul might choose for himself a
wife, for, as I said before, the King was very rich and all the kings
in the other countries were anxious, of course, to have Prince Roul for
a son-in-law.

But Prince Roul did not choose a wife from among the beautiful
princesses, for he was already in love with pretty Leta, and while
he knew full well his father would never give his consent to their
marriage, he was determined he would wed no one else.

On the last day of the feast the King told him he would have to choose.
“You have before you the beautiful women of the land,” said the King.
“Make your choice at once, and the wedding shall take place this night.”

“Father, you have not brought to me the most beautiful woman in the
world,” replied Prince Roul. “If you had I should have asked her to be
my wife before this.”

“What do you mean?” asked the King. “All the princesses in the land are
here.”

“Ah yes, that is true,” replied the Prince, “but the most beautiful
woman in the world is not a princess, as you think of them, but she is
a Princess for all that. Father, she is the Princess of my heart and I
cannot marry any other woman.”

Then the King made the Prince tell him who she was that he loved so
dearly, and when he learned Leta was a poor girl who lived in the woods
close by, he was very angry and told the Prince he should never wed
her.

All the beautiful princesses were sent home, and the angry King called
his servants to him and commanded that they should go to the woods and
find this girl who had upset his plans for his son.

“Find her and chase her out of the woods; drive her into another land
where the Prince will never find her,” he told them.

But the King had forgotten one very important thing, and that was his
son, for he should have made him a prisoner before he gave such an
order. This he did not do, and Prince Roul, who overheard what his
father had said, lost no time in jumping on his horse and making his
way to the woods ahead of the servants of the King.

“Jump up behind me,” he said to Leta when she came out of the cabin,
and away they rode, the feet of Prince Roul’s horse scarcely touching
the ground as they fled.

The King’s servants were not long in discovering that the Prince had
outwitted them, but they gave chase and away they went through the
woods, while poor frightened little Leta clung to the Prince, wondering
what it was all about.

On and on they rode, but to Leta clinging to her lover, it seemed they
flew over the ground and through the woods. She could see the bright
trimmings of the servants’ coats glistening in the sun, and she knew
they were gaining on them.

By this time Prince Roul had told her that his father, the King, had
tried to make him marry a princess, but that he would marry no one but
the girl he loved and that was herself.

When Leta heard this she was more frightened than ever, for she knew
now that she was the cause of all this trouble and that the servants
must be chasing them to take Roul from her.

Leta put her hand to her breast. Yes; it was there--the little paper
with the powder a fairy had given her a long time ago, because Leta
had left a beautiful rose on its stem she was about to pick when she
discovered a little fairy sleeping inside the rose.

“If you ever are in trouble, open this paper and throw the powder
around you,” the fairy had told her. “It will protect you from all
harm.”

Leta had never before needed protection, and she was not thinking so
much of herself now as of her lover, wondering what the King would do
if he did not obey him.

Just then the horse on which they were riding came to a full stop with
such force that Leta was thrown to the ground and the next thing she
knew over the side of a cliff leaped the horse with the Prince on his
back.

The ocean was below, but before the horse and his rider had reached it
Leta drew from her dress the magic powder and threw it over the cliff.

“Make the ocean dry,” she screamed as she threw the powder, and, to her
surprise, as she threw it over she went, too, and the next instant she
stood beside Prince Roul on dry land before a beautiful white castle
and the ocean was miles away.

The cliff over which they had gone was the white rock where the ogre
and the ogress lived, but when Leta threw the powder she had also
summoned the little fairy who had given it to her and she had changed
the big white cave into a castle.

When the King’s servants came dashing up to the cliff they saw nothing
of the Prince or his horse, and the bottom of the cliff was so far
below that they felt sure they had been destroyed, and they rode home
to the King with the sad news.

The King’s grief was deep and bitter, for he really loved his son very
much, and now when it was too late he cried out that he wished he had
let the Prince marry the girl he loved; if only he had him alive that
would be all he would ask.

The little fairy did not make herself visible to either Leta or
the Prince, but if they could have seen with fairy eyes they would
have seen the fairy flying ahead of them into the castle, touching
everything with her magic wand as she went.

When Leta entered the door, which was open, for they had called and no
one answered, she stood spellbound by what she saw.

The long white marble hall had a floor of silver and marble and the
doors were silver also.

The Prince, who was used to beautiful things, was quite surprised at
all the splendor, too.

Opening a big silver door, they entered a room hung with silver
and deep-blue curtains, and on a silver table Leta saw a big white
envelop. When she looked at it she read her own name.

Wondering who could have left it, she opened it and read: “Princess
Leta, this is your castle; it is the gift of the fairies who love
roses.”

“Your father will not object now to having me for the wife of his son,”
she said, with a blush, as she gave the note to the Prince, and then
they ran like two happy children through the beautiful castle that had
come to them so strangely.

In the deep dungeons under the castle they found all the wealth that
the ogre had taken from the ships, and after they had become used to
their new home they gave it all to the poor, and so the ogre’s stolen
wealth did not help him, and while it could not be given back to those
who had lost it, it did much good.

And what became of the old ogre and his wife, you are wondering. I will
tell you. When the fairy changed the cave into a castle she changed the
ogre and ogress into two big silver statues in the big hall, one at
each end, like huge mummies, holding a big light in their hands, which
lighted the long hall of the castle.

Then one day Prince Roul and Princess Leta rode away to the palace of
the old King, and when he saw his son he wept for joy and hugged him to
his heart, and Leta’s pretty face won the old King’s heart at once, so
they all lived happily ever after.

But while the old King wanted them to make the palace their home,
Prince Roul and Leta could not give up their white castle by the sea,
so part of the year they lived in the white castle, and when Prince
Roul grew old and his grandchildren begged for a story, the King told
them of Prince Roul’s bride and the wonderful leap they took over the
cliff which forms the back of the castle.




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SUNEV


There was once a poor peasant and his wife who had a very beautiful
daughter named Sunev. So beautiful was she that her hair rivaled the
sun in its golden brightness. Her eyes were like the blue sky and her
lips were so red that the roses beheld her with envy. Her skin was so
white and fair that the winter snow was not whiter. Her teeth were like
the pearls. And when an old witch named Zitna, who lived in the forest
near by, saw Sunev one day she became enraged because she was more
beautiful than her own daughter.

Witch Zitna had thought till then that her own daughter was the most
beautiful creature in the world, for the witch child was as dark as
Sunev was fair, and Witch Zitna wished the Prince of Esor, who was
looking for a wife, to wed her.

She knew that the Prince had sent out his servants far and near to look
for the most beautiful lady in the country for his wife, and if Sunev
were brought before the Prince of Esor her daughter would never be
chosen.

There was only one thing to do, and that was to entice the lovely Sunev
into the forest and there change her into the shape of an animal and
leave her to her fate.

The wicked Witch Zitna watched her chance, and one day, when Sunev
was sent into the forest to gather wood, Witch Zitna slipped out from
behind a tree and touched her with her magic stick, changing her into a
tiger.

Poor little Sunev was so frightened when she beheld her paws she fell
on the ground and began to moan and cry and all the birds and animals
of the forest came running to see what had happened.

The witch, in her haste, forgot to deprive Sunev of her power to talk,
so when the birds and animals wanted to know what was the matter she
told them she did not know, but something dreadful had happened and she
was no longer a girl, but a tiger, and was afraid to go home.

The birds and animals can understand any language, and, being now part
animal herself, Sunev had no trouble in understanding them.

“Do not cry,” they told her. “It must be the work of Witch Zitna, but
we will protect you, and when the hunters come we will warn you so you
may hide until they go. Eat the berries and nuts and we will find you
a nice place to sleep, so dry your eyes and some way may be found to
restore you to your own shape.”

Sunev did as the birds and animals told her, for there was no other
way, and soon she became fond of her forest home and all her new
friends.

Witch Zitna now proceeded to have her beautiful daughter seen by the
messengers of the Prince of Esor, and they carried her off to his
palace, sure they had found at last a wife that would suit their royal
master.

Of course the parents of little Sunev looked everywhere for her, but
she could not be found, and when they saw the tiger coming toward
them they fled, for they did not know that the beautiful and graceful
tiger-skin held their own child.

The Prince of Esor, when he saw the witch child, thought that she was
beautiful, but he had wished for a wife that was as fair, so he decided
to wait, and sent out his servants again to look for a lady with golden
hair.

Witch Zitna was enraged when she heard this, for she knew that until
her daughter was safely married to the Prince she was not safe.

The reason for this was that every night Venus, the goddess of beauty,
came to the forest to look for the graceful tiger the fairies had told
her about, for, while Sunev looked like a tiger, she had more grace and
beauty than a real tiger, though they are graceful, too.

Venus did not wish even a tiger to rival her in being graceful, so she
wanted to see this wonderful animal that she might learn from it more
charm.

One night Sunev was walking through the forest in the moonlight when
Venus, in the form of a tree, beheld her.

Knowing at once that the graceful tiger was a mortal changed, she
called her attendants, who were not far away, and, changing herself
back to her own beautiful form, she spoke to Sunev.

“What is your name, beautiful creature, and why are you in this form?”
she asked.

It was the first time any one but the birds and animals had spoken to
her since Witch Zitna had changed her, and poor little Sunev began to
cry for joy.

Venus soothed her and soon Sunev told her all she knew of her sad
plight. But when she told the goddess her name a flash of anger came to
the eyes of Venus.

“Old Witch Zitna has done this,” said the goddess. “She shall pay for
it, for, my dear, your name is mine spelled backward and you are my
godchild. Zitna knew she had much to fear in the beauty you possess.
Come with me!”

It did not take long to reach the cave of Zitna, for Venus had the
power of witches and fairies when she wished to use it.

“Come forth!” called Venus, when they reached the cave of Zitna. “Undo
your cruel work,” she commanded, when the trembling witch appeared in
the doorway of her cave.

In another minute Sunev stood in her own lovely shape before Venus,
who, instead of being jealous of the wonderful beauty she beheld, drew
Sunev to her and kissed her on her brow.

“You will always be the most beautiful woman in the land,” she said.
“Be you old or young, none shall compare with you.

“As for your daughter, Witch Zitna, you will never see her again, for
a mother who would treat the daughter of another as you have done this
beautiful girl is not the sort to have a daughter. I will claim your
daughter as well as Sunev for my godchild.”

Sunev did not know how they reached the door of her parents’ home, but
she stood there a short time after, and with trembling hands opened the
door.

Oh, how happy her father and mother were to have her again! The joy of
seeing her safe made them forget the time, and it was the trumpeting of
the Prince of Esor’s messengers that told them the day was far gone.

The messengers knocked at the door, and when Sunev opened it they knew
they had found the wife of their Prince.

Sunev’s father and mother were overcome with sorrow when the messengers
told their errand. They thought they had found their child, only to
lose her again, but the messengers told them they might go along to
the palace. So they all set out.

When the Prince of Esor saw the beauty of Sunev he knew she was the one
woman in the world for him, and without delay he ordered the wedding
feast to be prepared.

A wonderful gown of white and gold was brought from the royal
clothes-room, and a crown of pearls and diamonds was placed upon her
beautiful golden hair, and upon her dainty feet golden slippers and
silk stockings.

Her father and mother were not forgotten by the Prince, either. They
were dressed in clothes they had never even dreamed of and given a
palace near where Sunev and Prince Esor were to live.

But what had become of the beautiful witch child all this time, for, of
course, she was not to blame for the bad deed of Witch Zitna and should
not be made to suffer?

She was safe and happy, you may be sure, for she was surrounded by
every comfort and luxury in another part of the palace, and she did not
wish to become the wife of the Prince.

Instead, she loved one of the friends of the Prince, a noble lord who
had fallen in love with her, but did not dare speak his love because
he knew the Prince might choose her for his bride.

But when this noble lord heard a wife had been found for his Prince and
it was not the beautiful girl he loved, he told the witch child of his
love and they were married the very night that the Prince and Sunev
were married.

And it turned out that the witch child was not a witch child at
all, but had been stolen when a baby from a stork who was carrying
her through the forest to the home of a nobleman, for the goddess
Venus, true to her promise, took both of the beautiful girls for her
godchildren and had the fairies see that they were both made happy.

The witch child was given a pretty name, but her husband best loved to
call her the Queen of Night, because of her wonderful dark beauty.

Sunev was the Princess of Esor, of course, but the Prince called her
Princess Rose, and if you will spell Esor backward you will learn why.




[Illustration]

CILLA AND THE DWARF


Once upon a time there lived a king who had a very beautiful daughter,
and her suitors came from far and near.

Among them was a dwarf with a huge head and a very long nose. Of
course, no one expected the Princess to marry the ugly creature, but
the dwarf did, and when the Princess refused he flew into a rage and
said he would have her in spite of all she said.

At last the Princess gave her hand to a prince, but the night the
wedding was to take place the Princess was nowhere to be found. They
hunted high and low all over the palace, but no trace could they find
of her; even her wedding-dress disappeared, too. The Prince was in
despair and wrung his hands and cried out he would give to any one who
would find the Princess half of his fortune.

The King also said he would give half of his kingdom to the one who
would bring back the lost Princess.

Now, there was among the servants a little kitchen-maid named Cilla,
who loved the Princess because she always spoke kindly to her, and when
she knew her mistress was lost she resolved to find her at any cost.

So one night when all the people in the palace were sound asleep Cilla
stole out and went to a witch who lived in the woods and asked her to
help her to find the Princess.

“I can only help you a little,” said the witch, “as she is in the power
of one who is more powerful than I am, but this much I can do: Here
is a bean that will do magic work if used in the right way; whether
it will help you to find your Princess I cannot tell. The dwarf has
carried her off, and where he is I do not know.”

Cilla said she would take the bean. She thanked the witch and started
off through the woods to look for the dwarf, for she was sure he must
live in a cave.

For days she wandered until she was in the deep forest, and at last
she came to a high rock over which she could not climb.

Cilla sat down and leaned against the rock to rest, when, to her
surprise, she heard the sound of weeping. She looked all around, but
could see no opening except a big crack in one side, and this was too
small for her to get through.

She was just about to call out and ask who was inside weeping when she
heard some one coming through the bushes.

Cilla ran behind the rock and watched, and in a minute the dwarf came
bounding out of the bush and briers.

He carried in his hand an iron bar, and with this he opened the crack
in the rock, which was a door, and entered the rock, leaving the door
open behind him.

Cilla was a very brave girl or she would have stayed where she was, but
no sooner had the dwarf disappeared than she ran in after him.

He was standing beside a poor, half-starved-looking little white
rabbit, and Cilla heard him say, “Do you consent or will you starve?”

The little white rabbit only blinked and turned away, and then Cilla
saw something that made her start, for hanging on a ragged bit of rock
was the wedding-dress the Princess was to have worn the night she
disappeared.

Cilla did not wait to see more. She dashed toward the dwarf and grabbed
him by his long nose, and, giving it a hard twist, she cried out:
“Where is my mistress, you wretch? Where is she, I say?”

A very strange thing happened when Cilla gave the long nose a twist;
the dwarf howled like the sound of thunder, and instead of the dwarf
there stood before Cilla a huge toad that hopped away so fast she could
not see where it disappeared.

“You poor half-starved little rabbit,” said Cilla. “I wish I had
something to give you to eat, but I must hunt for my mistress first,
for I know she must be here.”

Then Cilla thought of the bean. “I’ll give you this,” she said to the
rabbit. “I am sure I shall have no use for it.”

When the rabbit swallowed the bean Cilla’s eyes popped wide open, for
there stood her mistress, safe and sound.

“Oh, Cilla, you have saved me! How ever did you think of twisting his
nose?” asked the Princess.

“Because it looked as if it were made to be twisted,” said Cilla, “but
how did you know the bean would change you back to your own form?”

“I didn’t, but I was hungry; that dreadful dwarf was trying to make me
say I would marry him by starving me. Some powerful witch had given him
the form of a dwarf, and if he could get a princess to marry him she
would change him into a man,” said the Princess.

“Was he a toad at first?” asked Cilla.

“Yes, it seems he was a toad in the cave of a powerful witch, and for
something he did for her she made him a dwarf; then he wanted to become
a man, and the witch told him if he would marry a princess and take her
into the palace to live she would grant his wish.

“He told me this before he had me changed into a rabbit, for he first
carried me off to the cave of this witch, who lives somewhere in this
forest, and I think we better hurry away before the toad gets to her
and tells her I have escaped.”

It took a long time to get out of the forest, but Cilla and the
Princess found the way and the Prince and the King told Cilla she
should have the promised reward.

“Now, what would I do with all that gold and half of a kingdom?” asked
Cilla. “All I ask is to have a nice little cottage and a cow near by
the palace where I can see my mistress every day.”

Of course Cilla’s wish was granted, and there she lived and was happy,
for she married the King’s gardener and became the mother of many boys
and girls who never tired of hearing how their mother rescued the
Princess from the bad dwarf.




[Illustration]

GRETA AND THE BLACK CAT


One day a woodsman named Peter was chopping down a tree when he saw
swinging from one of the branches a bundle. Dropping his ax, he climbed
up, and to his surprise, when he opened the bundle, he found in it a
baby girl asleep. Peter hurried home with the baby to his wife. “Look,
Martha,” he said. “I have found a baby girl to be a sister to our son
Robert. We will name her Greta and they shall grow up as brother and
sister.”

But Martha did not want the baby. “We have three mouths to feed now,”
she grumbled. “Why should we care for a child we know nothing of?”

But Peter would not hear of putting the child out-of-doors and so Greta
lived with Peter and Martha and grew up with Robert.

Poor little Greta had anything but a happy life, for Martha treated her
kindly only when Peter was in sight, and that was seldom.

Robert, seeing that his mother did not treat Greta well, began to order
her to wait upon him as soon as he was old enough and treated her as a
servant.

Greta had to weed the garden and bring in the water and the wood. She
had to wash the dishes and make the beds and do all the work excepting
when Peter was at home.

One day when Peter was going to the woods he told Robert to chop a pile
of wood in the yard and have it finished by the time he came home.

When Peter was out of sight Robert told Greta to chop the wood. “That
is what you are here for--to do the work,” said Robert. “You would have
been eaten up by the bears if we had not taken you in. Now go to work
and chop that wood.”

Greta began to cry and said she could not handle the ax; she was too
small. But Martha boxed her ears and told her she should not have any
dinner if she did not do as Robert told her.

Greta went to the woodpile and picked up the ax, but it was no use. She
could not chop the wood. And fearing a beating if she did not do it,
Greta ran away. On and on she ran until she came to a turn in the road
which led into a forest. Here she decided to stop for the night, and
she was just lying down by a rock when she heard a pitiful “me-ow.”

Looking in the bushes close by, Greta saw a big black cat holding up
one paw as though it was hurt. “Poor pussy!” said Greta, taking the cat
in her arms. “You look as unhappy as I feel. Let me bind up your paw.”

Greta tore off a piece of her dress and bound up the cat’s paw, and
then, to her surprise, the black cat spoke to her.

“Come with me and I will show you where to sleep. You will have to
carry me, for my paw is very painful,” said the cat.

Greta picked up the cat, too surprised to be frightened, and went
through the woods as the cat directed her.

When they reached a big rock with an opening in it the cat said: “Here
is my home. Take me in and you will find a place to sleep and food as
well.”

Creeping in on her hands and knees with the cat under her arm, Greta
found herself in a big room with a table in the center and on it plenty
of food.

In one corner of the room was a bed and on this Greta saw a
queer-looking old woman with a hooked nose.

She was asleep and did not notice them until the cat said, “Eat your
supper.”

Up jumped the queer-looking old woman when she heard this, for she was
the witch.

“You, and a mortal with you,” she screamed, as she reached for her
crooked stick.

Greta ran to the door, for she thought the old witch was about to
strike her; but the black cat, who was sitting on the floor near by
where Greta had put it, said: “Don’t you dare touch this girl; she has
saved my life, and from this hour you are in my power, for a mortal has
held me in her arms.

“If you would live call the good fairy that has been looking for me all
these years. I shall find her, anyway, but it will save time if you use
your magic power, and you will regret it if you do not obey me.”

When the old witch heard this she began to tremble and hobbled to the
door of the cave and tapped it three times with her crooked stick.

The rock opened so she could walk out, and Greta followed to see what
she did, for she was no longer afraid; she knew the black cat would
protect her.

The old witch gave a peculiar cry when she was outside, and Greta saw
the next instant a tiny creature dressed in pink gauze, holding a wand
of gold in one little hand, standing on a bush beside the old witch.

“Here I am, Witch Terrible,” said the fairy. “What can I do for you?
You must be in great danger or you would not have called for one of us.”

The cat when it heard the fairy speak ran out of the cave, limping,
and lay down in front of the fairy. “Help me, my good fairy,” said the
black cat. “I am the Prince for whom you have looked so long. The old
witch changed me into a black cat and took away my power to speak until
I was held in the arms of a mortal.

“I know her secret, and, though she dared not kill me, she wanted me
to die, so she turned me into the forest to starve, and if it had not
been for this girl, good fairy, the old witch would have had her wish
granted.

“When she changed me into a black cat she said I should never speak
until a mortal held me, and that I could not regain my own shape until
a fairy changed me, but something has happened since then, and to save
herself she obeyed me and called you, for I know her secret, and that
is why I did not have to hunt for you, my good fairy.”

The fairy touched the black cat with her wand and Greta saw in place
of the big black cat a handsome man dressed in black velvet, with gold
trimmings. “Now tell me the secret you know about the witch,” said the
fairy.

The old witch threw up her arms and cried for mercy. “Remember, I
called the fairy,” she said; “you would have hunted a long time if I
had not. Be merciful!”

“I shall not forget,” said the Prince. “This woman is only half a
witch,” he said. “She is part mortal, and every night at twelve o’clock
she has to become a mortal for an hour because she tried to change
a water nymph into a frog. The river god, the water nymph’s father,
called on a very powerful ogre, who was his friend, and the ogre was
about to change her into a rock, but she begged so hard he made her
half mortal and left her to her fate.”

“Which means she can never leave this forest,” said the fairy, “and as
she does many of her magic deeds at night when she rides abroad on her
broomstick she is not a very powerful witch.”

“Yes, that is it,” said the Prince, “and she does not want it known
among the fairies or the goblins or any of the magic-power folks. That
is the mercy for which she begs.

“I hope you will keep her secret, good fairy, for she saved me so much
time and trouble in calling you.”

“I will keep her secret from all but the fairies, but one of the fairy
family will come here every night to make sure no mortal has been
harmed by her, for some one might stray in here just as this girl did
and be changed into some other form.”

“I have one more favor to ask of you, good fairy,” said the Prince. “I
wish to make this girl my wife if she will marry me, and I would like
to have the proper clothes for a princess, so that I may take her to my
palace at once.”

“What do you say, my dear?” asked the fairy. “Will you marry the
Prince?”

Greta felt she must be dreaming, but she was sure she would love the
handsome Prince if she were awake, so she told the fairy she would,
and the next instant her ragged clothes dropped from her and she stood
before the Prince in a beautiful green velvet riding-habit, with a long
feather in her hat, looking every inch a princess.

That night a great feast was held at the palace of the Prince in honor
of his return and to celebrate their wedding, and the very next day
Greta and the Prince rode to the home where she had once lived to give
Peter a bag of gold.

“He was the only person who ever treated me kindly until I met you,”
Greta told the Prince, “and I shall never forget him.”

Greta was not recognized by Martha or her son Robert, for they little
thought the beautiful Princess was the poor girl that had once been
their slave. But Peter, who had loved her, looked after the coach as it
rolled away. “It looked a little like her,” he said, “but, of course,
it could not be.” Many gifts did Greta and the Prince send to Peter,
and in his old age he was given a comfortable house and plenty to eat,
and, though Martha and Robert shared his good fortune, they never knew
who sent it.

The Prince told Peter who the Princess really was one day, because the
poor old man had never ceased to sorrow because Greta could not be
found, but not a word did he tell of this to Robert or Martha, but kept
his secret all to himself as long as he lived.




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THE KNIGHT OF THE BRIGHT STAR


Once upon a time there lived a prince named Lorenzo. Although he was a
prince, he was quite poor and lived with his mother and one servant in
a mountain far from the land of his birth.

His father, the King, had been killed in a battle with another king,
who took away the wealth and the castles of the defeated King, leaving
Prince Lorenzo and his mother nothing of their former grandeur.

Prince Lorenzo grew up with a longing for vengeance in his heart, and
often at night his mother would find him gazing in the direction of his
old home as he stood alone under the stars.

“Son,” said the Queen-mother one night, “why do you gaze so intently
into the distance? Why are you so sad?”

“There is bitterness in my heart for my father’s enemy who has robbed
me of all the happiness and pleasure in the great world outside,”
replied the Prince.

“Let me go, mother, and seek my fortune, and I may be able to avenge
the wrongs done to you and me.”

“Vengeance does not belong to us, my son,” said the Queen-mother. “You
must not take upon yourself that which is not your right.

“Go out in the world and taste its pleasures, but keep your Star of
Hope as bright as those shining in the heavens over your head if you
wish for happiness.”

The next morning Prince Lorenzo started on his journey. He was dressed
in a shining suit of mail and sat upon a white horse with trappings of
silver. In the center of his helmet was a little silver star which his
mother gave him with these words:

“My son, may your armor protect you from all evil and may this star be
your guide. It is enchanted, for it was given to me by a fairy when I
was Queen and your father King.

“If ever it grows dim look into your own heart to find the cause, and,
finding it, cast it from you if you wish for happiness.”

Prince Lorenzo promised to look to the brightness of the little star
and rode away to seek his happiness.

After several days he came to a big city, the City of Pleasure it was
called, and those who lived there told him his armor was much too heavy
for one so young to wear.

“Cast it aside,” they told the Prince, “and we will show you the joys
of living.”

So the Prince listened and followed the people in the City of Pleasure
to a beautiful palace where merriment reigned, and laid aside his armor
for a lighter garb. One day Prince Lorenzo looked from the Palace
of Merriment and saw all around the castle men, women, and children
working, and on their faces the look of misery.

“Who are these creatures?” he asked his gay companions.

“Those are the toilers who make the money for us to spend,” was the
reply. “Look at us and forget these creatures and be merry.”

But the Prince could no more be merry; he remembered his Star of Hope
his mother had given him and hurried to find it.

Instead of the shining star he had left he found it dim and dull, and
then he remembered his mother’s words, “Look into your own heart to
find the cause.” His love of wealth and pleasure had driven out all
thoughts of others, and he had cared not how he gained these things, so
long as he had them.

“My selfishness has dimmed my Star of Hope,” said the Prince; “I must
leave the City of Pleasure and the Palace of Merriment, for this is not
happiness.”

He buckled on the cast-off armor and rode away. As he rode past the
toilers he threw among them all the gold he had gained while in the
City of Pleasure.

Far away from the city he rode, and found himself in the midst of
sickness and suffering.

Dismounting, the Prince ministered to the sufferers’ needs and forgot
all else until he fell asleep from exhaustion.

When he awoke his horse stood beside him, and in the moonlight the
little star shone brightly from its place in his helmet on the ground
at his side. Prince Lorenzo jumped to his feet and placed the helmet on
his head. He had tasted the joy of good deeds. He no longer looked for
pleasure in selfishness, and the bitterness of vengeance had gone from
his heart.

Back to his mother he rode with the little star shining. “You have won,
my son!” she cried as she met him. “All my love for you could not teach
you how to gain real happiness; selfish pleasure and love of vengeance
dull our Star of Hope, but only those who have learned the lesson for
themselves can know this.”

Prince Lorenzo was surprised one morning to see coming up the mountain,
where he and his mother lived, an army of brightly dressed soldiers.
When they came nearer he saw they were the soldiers that once had
served his father, the King.

“The King who wronged you is dead,” they told Prince Lorenzo, “and
before he died he made us promise to find you and the Queen and bring
you back to your kingdom, which he wrongfully took from you.”

Of course Prince Lorenzo and his mother rejoiced to know that once more
they would live in their former home, and lost no time in starting out
on the journey.

“Your Star of Hope has brought you through tribulations into peace and
happiness,” said his mother, “and all wrongs are righted, but if it had
become dulled by selfishness and vengeance, my son, we still might be
in the darkness of despair.”




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THE DOLPHIN’S BRIDE


One day there came through the woods that bordered on a big ocean a
poor little beggar girl named Nitta.

Nitta was crying; she was hungry and she did not know where to go, for
her aunt, who had a daughter of her own, did not want to support Nitta
and had turned her out-of-doors that very day.

“I am too poor to support you,” said the hard-hearted aunt. “You must
take care of yourself.”

Nitta’s father and mother were dead and there seemed to be no place for
her but the woods, so she wandered along until she came to the ocean,
and there she sat down to cry out her grief.

While she was crying a big dolphin poked his head out of the water.
“What are you crying for, little girl?” he asked.

Nitta was so surprised to hear the dolphin speak that she stopped
crying at once. “I am crying because I have no home,” she replied.

“I will give you a home if you will come with me,” said the dolphin. “I
need some one to take care of my house.”

“But I cannot live in the water; I should drown,” said Nitta.

“I would not ask you to come if you would drown,” answered the dolphin.
“But you must decide for yourself whether you could keep house for a
fish. There are no children to play with at the bottom of the ocean.”

“I shall starve if I stay on land, and I may find a good home,” thought
Nitta as the dolphin waited for his answer.

“I’ll go with you,” she said.

“Then jump on my back,” said the dolphin, “and close your eyes; there
is nothing to fear. I promise you that.”

Nitta jumped on his back and closed her eyes. Over the waves they went,
and then suddenly Nitta felt the dolphin plunge under the water, and
down, down they went, and then next thing she knew the dolphin stopped
and said, “Here we are.”

Nitta opened her eyes, and instead of being in the water, as she
thought, she was in a beautiful garden in front of a beautiful house.
Up the steps the dolphin flopped, for, of course, he could not walk,
having no feet, and Nitta followed him.

He led her into a big hall hung with beautiful pictures and soft
carpets upon the floor upon which Nitta was almost afraid to step.

Nitta almost forgot her queer companion, she was so overcome with all
the grandeur she beheld.

On both sides of the long hall were many rooms, one of gold, one of
silver, one of marble, and the dolphin told Nitta she was to choose
which room she would care to have for her own.

“But you said I was to keep your house,” said Nitta; “a servant cannot
live in one of these beautiful rooms.”

“I did not say I wanted you to be a servant,” said the dolphin. “I want
some one to live here and care for the house, but not to do the work.”

Nitta chose a beautiful room hung in blue silk, with chairs of blue
damask and beautiful rosewood frames.

The ceiling was a darker blue, and all over it were dotted diamonds
that twinkled like stars.

The floor was covered with a blue velvet carpet, soft and thick, and
over it were scattered big pink roses which looked as if they would
crush when stepped upon, they seemed so natural.

There was a piano of rosewood at one end of the room, and upon this
Nitta was surprised to see the dolphin jump and with its fins begin
to play. Music such as Nitta never heard came from the keys, and so
enchanted was she that when the dolphin stopped playing Nitta ran to
him and put her hand upon his head.

“You poor fish,” she said, “it is too bad you are not a man. I wish I
were a fairy and could change you into a prince. This place is far too
beautiful for a fish to live in, and besides, you play such wonderful
music. How is it possible?”

“There is only one way you can help me, and since you wished to be a
fairy and change me into a prince,” said the dolphin, “I will see if
you will keep your word.

“Look behind the door and bring the sword you will find there, and I
will tell you the only way I can be freed from the spell of a witch who
hates me.”

From behind the door Nitta brought the sword. She found it had a
beautiful handle of gold and set with diamonds and pearls, but the
blade looked sharp and pointed and Nitta trembled as she held it.

“Now if you really are sorry for me,” said the dolphin, “and wish to
make me a prince, strike off my head.”

Nitta dropped the sword at the very thought of anything so terrible. “I
cannot do that,” she said. “You have been too kind to me.”

“That is the only way you can repay me,” said the dolphin, with a sigh.
“I see you did not mean what you said about wishing to be a fairy.”

“Oh yes, I do, indeed I do!” said Nitta. “I do not want to kill you,
but I will put you out of misery if that is what you want.”

She picked up the sword and swung it over her head; then she looked at
the dolphin, closed her eyes, and brought down the sword.

As it fell Nitta felt herself slipping away, it seemed to her into the
bottom of the ocean.

When she opened her eyes she saw a very handsome man bending over her.
“You are a brave girl,” he said. “You have saved me from a terrible
fate.”

“Where is the good dolphin?” asked Nitta. “Oh, I will never forgive
myself for killing him!”

“He is gone forever. I was the poor dolphin,” said the handsome man
at her side. “You broke the spell that held me, for the old witch who
changed me into the dolphin said I must remain one until a pretty woman
should strike off my head.”

“But why should a witch change you into a fish?” asked Nitta.

“Because I would not marry her daughter and make her a princess,”
replied the handsome man. “You see, I am a prince and I was waiting for
the girl I could love to appear before I would take my princess.

“And now I have found her. Will you become my princess?”

Nitta was already in love with the handsome man who had fallen in love
with her, and so they were married that very day in the wonderful
castle of beautiful rooms and lived happily ever after.




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PRINCESS DIDO AND THE PRINCE OF THE ROSES


Little Princess Dido ran away from her attendants every time she could,
and one day when she was walking in the forest with her servants she
hid behind a tree while they were talking, and before they had missed
her she ran down another path and was out of their sight.

When Princess Dido found herself alone she began to look about to see
if she could find any flowers, for she was very fond of flowers and was
never allowed to pick them herself; her servants did that for her.

“I can pick them myself now,” she said, laughing to herself to think
she had escaped from the servants, and she began picking all the wild
flowers she could find, walking along all the time and going farther
into the forest.

When it was sunset the Princess Dido found herself in the thick of the
trees and bushes, and she began to wonder why her attendants did not
find her and take her home; but the sun set and the stars came out and
still no one came, and Princess Dido felt tired and lay down among the
leaves and mosses and went to sleep.

When she awoke the moon was shining, and although she was in the forest
alone she was not afraid, for she did not think any one would harm a
princess, so she rolled over on her soft bed, thinking she would go to
sleep again, when something cold touched her cheek.

Princess Dido opened her eyes very wide then and sat up, and on a bush
beside her she saw a very small gold key hanging by a thread which
swung back and forth and half touched her face.

“I wonder what this cunning little key can fit,” said the Princess. “I
do wish I knew! I am sure I should find something nice. I believe I
will look about. I am not a bit sleepy, and the moon is as bright as
day.”

Princess Dido hunted everywhere among the bushes and rocks, and nothing
could she find, when, just as she had decided to go to sleep again, she
saw something shining on a tree, and there was a tiny keyhole that the
key just fitted.

She put the key in the lock and the tree opened like a door, and
Princess Dido stepped inside and closed the door after her.

She walked along a road which seemed to be just behind the tree,
but when she looked about she was not in the forest at all, but in
a beautiful country filled with flowers and tall trees, and in the
distance she saw a beautiful castle.

When Princess Dido came to the castle she saw fountains and more
beautiful flowers growing around, and there were birds of all kinds
singing in the trees.

“I suppose I must go to the door of the castle and let them know who I
am,” thought the Princess. “A princess ought to do that, I know, but I
would much rather stay in this beautiful garden and hear the birds sing
and look at the flowers.”

When the Princess knocked at the door no one answered, and after
waiting a short time the Princess opened the door and stepped inside.
All was still and she sat down and waited.

“I expect everybody is at breakfast,” thought the Princess. “I wish I
had something to eat. I didn’t have any supper, and I have not had my
breakfast, either.

“Yes, I am hungry and want my breakfast,” said Princess Dido, and,
though she did not know it, she had spoken right out loud, and as she
did so a table appeared beside her with her breakfast on it and a
bouquet of beautiful pink roses.

“I wonder where this came from. I didn’t see or hear any one,” said the
Princess.

But she did not wonder about it; she was too hungry. When she had
finished she walked along the hall, for, being a princess, she was in
the habit of going where she liked, and as she saw no one she did the
same here.

But there was no room opening out of the hall she was in, so the
Princess went up the stairs, and here again she found herself in a
large hall, but this was so beautiful she looked about her in wonder,
for it was a much more beautiful place than her own castle. The floor
was of opals and the walls were the same; the sunlight shining through
the windows made the most wonderful colors wherever it fell, and all
around the place were white roses, making the air sweet with their
fragrance.

There was another flight of stairs, and up these the Princess went. The
stairs were of silver, and on the next floor the Princess found herself
in a hall of crystal with roses all around; beautiful pink roses such
as she had never before beheld.

“Oh, how I wish I could pick them!” said the Princess as she went from
bush to bush, and to her surprise the roses nodded as if to tell her
she could if she liked.

Princess Dido broke one from its stem, and then another, and as the
roses still nodded she picked more until her arms were full.

But there was another flight of stairs, and these were of gold. So the
Princess walked up these and found herself in another beautiful room,
which was blue, the color of sapphires, and around this room grew red
roses.

But there was still another flight of stairs, and the Princess did not
stop long here, with her arms filled with the pink roses. She went up
the last flight and found herself in a hall filled with red, pink, and
white roses, but the walls were hung with soft gray silk and the floor
covered with velvet of the same color.

“Oh, how beautiful! I wish I could live here among the roses,” she said.

“You can, my Princess of the Roses,” said a voice, and from behind a
curtain stepped a handsome prince, dressed in a suit of gray velvet,
with trimmings of silver and pink.

He took from his head a hat with a long plume of pink and bowed low
before the Princess Dido, who had dropped her roses and stood blushing
as pink as the roses she had dropped.

“This is my castle, the Castle of the Roses,” explained the Prince,
“and I vowed I would never marry until I found a princess who loved my
roses as well as me, and you have proved you do by coming into all of
my rose-garden. Others have been here, but when they found only roses
in each room they never came to this floor.

“Behind these curtains is my palace. These halls of roses are but a
part of my private rooms. Will you stay, Princess, or shall I call the
fairies to take you back to your own castle?” asked the Prince.

“You may call the fairies to take the news to my people that I will
live in the Castle of Roses, with the Prince of Roses,” said Princess
Dido.

“But who hung the little gold key on the bush?” she asked the Prince.

“Oh! I asked the fairies to help me find a wife,” said the Prince.
“They hung it there. You see, we shall live in an enchanted castle,
as well as in the Castle of Roses, so there is nothing for us but
happiness.”




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CATVILLE GOSSIP


Mr. Tommy Kat was in love with Tabby Gray--at least so all the gossips
in Catville say, for Tabby was as graceful as a little kit can be. Said
Tommy, when he saw her, “She’s just the wife for me.”

But Tabby Gray was fickle, as sometimes kittens are; so she giggled
and told Tommy he would have to ask her pa. For there was big white
Tom Cat, with coat as smooth as silk, who often took her walking and
treated her to milk. He had told her he would give her a ribbon bright
of red, if she would only promise no other cat to wed.

Then there was Tommy Mouser, who by all was called a sport. He had told
her that he loved her, and once for her had fought.

And there was Tommy Black, the dandy of the town, who was called by
all who watched him the best dancer to be found.

He often danced with Tabby Gray, and frightened all the rest away; for
when he danced they all stood by and looked on him with jealous eye.

And Tiger Tom, another swain, who always said he felt a pain around his
heart when any other danced with her except her brother.

An admirer, too, was Tommy Buff; he said and vowed it was no bluff when
he declared he loved Miss Gray and in his heart she held full sway.

And there was Tommy Black-and-White, who said he sat up many a night to
serenade Miss Tabby Gray on the back-yard fence till break of day.

And Tommy, who was nicknamed Slim, said she was the only girl for him
and that his eyes had turned to green because another cat was seen to
walk with Tabby down the road. Since that his heart was like a load.

And so, you see, Miss Tabby Gray needed time these things to weigh, and
that was why she told Tom Kat her pa would have to answer that question
he had asked that night on the back-yard fence in the bright moonlight.

Said Tommy Kat as he looked at a star: “I don’t want to marry your pa.
Now why do you keep me here a-guessing when we might go round and get
pa’s blessing?”

Miss Tabby stretched and heaved a sigh, then on Tommy Kat she cast her
eye. He was handsomer, far, than all the rest, and she felt quite sure
she loved him best. But, like all others of her kind, she pretended to
make up her mind.

But Tommy Kat was a hasty fellow. He knew present time was always
mellow; so he told Miss Tabby ’twas getting late, and whisked her over
the back-yard gate. And before she knew where she was at they stood at
the door of Minister Cat.

In a minute more they came out married, for Minister Cat he never
tarried. He married off couples quick as scat, and for his fee he took
a rat.

The reception they held was a howling success, as all who came to it
had to confess. And all the way through Catville Town bottles and shoes
were strewn up and down. And when Old Sun Man o’er the hill did peep
every kit in the town was fast asleep.




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HOW THE ELEPHANT GOT HIS TRUNK


One night in the Zoo when the keepers were asleep the other animals
were awakened by the chattering in the monkey cage.

“I have heard that Mr. Lion can be made very tame,” said Jocko, “and
while I doubt very much if he really can bite, his growl is most
unpleasant to hear.”

“Oh, well, it may be worse than his bite,” said Tito. “Those who make
the most noise are not always to be feared, I have been told.”

“There is Hippo; he is much bigger than Mr. Lion, and he doesn’t make
as much noise all the time as Mr. Lion.”

“Oh, dear me, but what a big mouth Hippo has!” laughed Tito. “I wonder
how he happened to get such a big one. He must have been the first one
there when they gave out mouths.”

“I have heard something about almost every animal here,” said Jocko.
“Want to hear it?”

“Yes, tell me,” said Tito, moving close to Jocko. “Where did Mr. Lion
get his long hair?”

“Oh dear! don’t you know?” laughed Jocko, “Mrs. Lion pulled it so much
it made it long. She hasn’t any, you see. Oh dear, yes, Mr. Lion is a
henpecked husband if ever there was one.”

“You don’t tell me so,” said Tito. “What about Hippo? How did it happen
he is so big and clumsy?”

“Oh, don’t you know?” said Jocko. “When the animals were being made
there was a lot of each animal left and it was all stirred together,
and that made Hippo. They made his body first and then they did not
have enough to give him a long tail or fill in his mouth. That is the
reason it is so large.”

“Ho, ho, ho!” laughed Tito, and Jocko laughed, too, until they nearly
fell off the place where they were sitting.

“Where did old Reynard get his bushy tail, Jocko?”

“Oh, don’t you know that either?” replied Jocko. “He was caught trying
to steal chickens by the farmer’s wife, and she threw the brush she was
using at him with such force that it struck him handle first, and there
it stuck right on his back, and he never could be rid of it.”

“Ho, ho, ho!” laughed Tito. “And where did the giraffe get his long
neck?”

“Oh, that is easy,” said Jocko. “He was so big-feeling and so haughty
he would not look at the other animals, and it stretched his neck until
now he can’t see the ground, so I have been told. I don’t know, of
course.”

“He has a very little head, anyway,” said Tito.

“There is very little in it, my dear Tito,” said Jocko. And then they
both laughed again.

One by one the animals had awakened, but, hearing what was being said,
they each hoped to hear something about the other that would offset the
fun Jocko was making of them, so they kept still.

“Where did the elephant get his trunk? That is what I should most like
to hear about,” said Tito.

“Well, that is a long story,” said Jocko. “It seems that it really was
only a nose to begin with, and not much of a nose at that, so I have
heard it said, but because he was so big he thought he was the boss
of the jungle, where he lived, and he went about poking his nose into
every place he could find to see what was going on. They used to call
him Old Nosey, I have been told, and he had such big ears that what he
did not see he heard, so every one disliked him, but it took Old Man
Crocodile to cure him of his bad habit.”

“What did he do to Mr. Elephant?” asked Tito, excitedly.

“I’ll tell you,” said Jocko. “One day Mr. Elephant was walking by the
water when he saw something queer-looking sticking out of the water.

“Mr. Elephant had to know what it was, so he poked it with his nose,
and, zip! it had him right by the nose, and held him, too.

“My, how he did yell, I was told, but Old Man Crocodile would not let
go. He held right on tight.

“Mr. Elephant pulled and cried, ‘Let go!’ and the harder he pulled the
harder Old Man Crocodile pulled, until Mr. Elephant had that nose you
see on him now called a trunk.

“By and by Old Man Crocodile had to catch his breath, and he let go,
and down sat Mr. Elephant on the ground with a bang.

“Old Man Crocodile began to cry and say how sorry he was that he had
grabbled Mr. Elephant--that he had no idea he was hurting a friend. He
thought it was a hunter, and would Mr. Elephant please forgive him this
once!--he would never do it again.”

“Is there where Old Man Crocodile got his tears?” asked Tito.

“That is how he began to cry,” said Jocko.

“Ho, ho, ho!” they both laughed, and then a terrible roar and
trumpeting and all sorts of cries went up from the animals, for Mr.
Elephant could not keep quiet when he heard what Jocko said about his
trunk.

When Mr. Elephant began to trumpet Mr. Lion began to roar, and Jocko
and Tito fled to the back of their cage and huddled together, trembling
with fright.

“They can’t get us,” said Jocko. “Let them talk and scream. I guess we
woke them up talking and laughing.”

The other animals made such a noise that the keepers came running to
see what had happened, but, of course, they did not understand a thing
they told them about the awful stories Jocko had told about them, and
so all they could do was to give them a drink of water or a biscuit,
hoping they would be quiet.

Far into the morning the animals scolded and told Jocko what they
thought of him, but Tito and Jocko fell asleep in spite of the noise
and Tito laughed in his dreams about the funny things Jocko had told
him.




[Illustration]

WHY RABBITS HAVE SHORT TAILS


Bunny Rabbit was sitting in his yard one day, thinking very hard, when
his grandfather came along.

“Why are you so quiet and sober, grandson?” he inquired.

“I am wondering, grandfather,” said Bunny, “why we have such long ears
and so short a tail. I should think it would be much better if it were
just the other way about.”

“Of course; of course,” said Grandfather Rabbit, bobbing his ears back
and forth. “We all think we could have made a better rabbit if we had
been consulted. But let me tell you why your tail is short and your
ears are long, and then you will learn you are better off now than was
your great-grandfather’s great-grandfather, who had a long tail and
short ears.”

It did not take Bunny Rabbit long to find a nice soft seat for his
grandfather and to sit close and very still, with his ears sticking up
to listen, for he dearly loved the stories his grandfather told.

“Once upon a time,” began Grandfather Rabbit, just as all grandfathers
begin a story--“a long, long time ago there lived in some woods a
rabbit. He had a long tail and short ears, just as all the rabbits in
those days had.

“One day he ran over the hill to the garden where Mr. Man lived. He
should have been very careful, but he wasn’t, and when he was crawling
under the rail fence around the garden didn’t Mr. Dog see him and begin
to bark and chase Short Ears, as he was called.

“Short Ears was a good runner, and it was lucky he was or there would
be an end to this story right here. Through the garden he ran under
cover of the vegetable leaves, and when he got out he was a good bit
ahead of Mr. Dog.

“Over the field they ran, and under the stone wall went Short Ears and
over it went Mr. Dog. Down the road they ran lickety split, and into
his house ran Short Ears just as Mr. Dog came into the yard.

“Short Ears had no time to lose, I can tell you. He slammed the door,
and what do you suppose happened?”

Bunny Rabbit was so interested in his grandfather’s story he only
started; he did not answer at all. So his grandfather went on.

“Why, Short Ears slammed that door right on his long tail, and there he
was held fast, with his tail hanging outside.”

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” cried Bunny Rabbit, feeling of his stubby little tail, to
be sure it was safe behind him.

“What did poor Short Ears do then?” he asked.

“He could not do a thing, for there was Mr. Dog right in the yard and
running straight for the door,” said Grandfather Rabbit.

Bunny Rabbit sat closer to his grandfather and his ears grew longer as
he listened.

“Yes,” said Grandfather Rabbit, “Short Ears was in a bad fix, as you
can see. He could not open the door to get his tail out, because Mr.
Dog would come in and catch him.

“He did not have long to think about it, for the very next thing he
knew Mr. Dog grabbed at his tail and off it came right up to the door.
And off he ran. For, you see, he thought he had Short Ears on the end
of the tail, and he did not stop to look. He just ran.

“When his tail broke off, over went Short Ears on the floor, for that
set him free. ‘Oh dear! Oh dear! What shall I do?’ he cried, when he
jumped up and looked in the mirror and saw that his long tail was gone
and all that remained was a little stubby tail, just like yours.

“First he ran to the medicine-closet and got some salve and a soft
piece of cloth. But he found he could not reach the end of his tail--it
was too short.

“His first thought was to run over to his cousin Rabbit’s house, not
far-off, but when he started toward the door he remembered Mr. Dog.

“Short Ears leaned his head to the crack in the door and listened hard.
His ears were short, you remember, but not so short but that he heard
Mr. Dog barking.

“Nearer and nearer came the bark. Short Ears locked the door and ran to
the windows and fastened them and drew the shades, and then he ran into
the closet and closed the door.

“Away back he crept under his Sunday clothes, where he was sure no one
would find him, and there he sat and listened and listened and listened.

“Mr. Dog barked and jumped about outside the house, for he was very
much upset when he found that he did not have Short Ears on the end of
the tail he carried off.

“But it was no use. He could not get into Short Ears’s house, and at
last he gave it up and ran off home, barking all the way.

“Short Ears listened, and though Mr. Dog’s tones grew fainter and
fainter, Short Ears was surprised to find he could hear the barking,
though it was a long way off.

“After it was dark he came out of the closet and crept into his bed
without even thinking of the end of his tail, he was so tired and worn
out listening.

“And now what do you think had happened to him, and what do you think
he saw when he looked in the mirror in the morning to brush his hair?”

Bunny Rabbit shook his head. “I don’t know, grandfather,” he said.
“What had happened to Short Ears?”

“His ears had grown long, he had listened so hard to the barking of
Mr. Dog,” said Grandfather Rabbit. “And from that day all the Rabbit
family have had short tails and long ears, which is just as it should
be, for we can hear Mr. Dog a long way off, and we do not have the
bother of looking after a long tail when we run to cover. So don’t wish
to have yours changed again, for you see now that you are better off
than poor Short Ears was, don’t you?”

Bunny Rabbit said he did, and that he should never wish for a long tail
and short ears again. And he didn’t.




[Illustration]

THE HUNTER’S FRIEND, JOHNNIE BEAR


In a hut on the side of a mountain lived an old hunter all alone. He
had only one room, which was very scantily furnished, and he cooked his
meals in a fireplace. In the fireplace was a big hook where he hung his
kettle, and he cooked his meat by holding it between two sticks over
the coals.

You need not pity this old man, for he would rather eat his food cooked
in this way than in any other. He had a bunk built in the room about
half-way up the wall, where he had to climb a ladder to reach it, and
when he went to bed he covered himself with a big bearskin. Beside the
bunk a gun hung on the wall where he could quickly reach it if it were
needed. Across the door at night he fastened a big bar, for he did not
intend that any one should enter while he was asleep.

The old hunter had set a trap by his door, and one morning he found a
baby bear caught in it by the left hind paw. He very carefully opened
the trap and took the little fellow out. Then he took Johnnie Bear, as
he named him, into his cabin and very carefully washed the poor cut
foot and bound it up with some healing salve.

Johnnie Bear seemed to know that the hunter was helping him, and he
did not bite or try to get away. He made a funny little noise like a
baby when it is hurt. Then the hunter warmed some milk and put it in a
bottle, which he gave to the bear. Johnnie Bear took the bottle in both
his paws and held it to his mouth and drank the milk very greedily.
Then the hunter fixed a bed for him and put a log on the fire to keep
the place warm while he went for a hunting trip.

Johnnie Bear slept all day, and when the hunter returned at night he
tried to run to meet him, but his poor foot hurt him so he had to lie
down again. Several weeks passed before Johnnie Bear’s foot became
quite well, and he always limped, because the trap had cut so deep.

The little fellow became very fond of the hunter and would run to meet
him at night, and when the hunter brought in his game Johnnie Bear
would poke it over with his nose and paw, as though to tell the hunter
that he had done well.

One day he did not run to meet the hunter, and when night came he did
not come to his supper. The old hunter began looking around the cabin
and he found the footprints of two bears. One was Johnnie Bear’s, which
he could tell by the light mark which the lame foot made, and the other
was of a big bear, which had enticed Johnnie back into the woods. The
hunter felt very lonely and looked for Johnnie every day for a long
time, but after a year had gone by he gave up all hope of ever seeing
Johnnie again.

A long time after this the hunter was going through a part of the wood
that was filled with bushes and vines and in some way his foot became
entangled and he fell, breaking his arm. His gun fell some distance
from him, and as he went to pick it up he saw a big mother bear with
two cubs coming toward him. She was growling and showing her teeth and
the hunter felt that he had little chance for escape from a fight, and
with his right arm broken he wondered how the fight might come out.

He braced himself against a tree and waited for the bear to come up.
He held his gun in his left hand, intending to use it to beat her off
as long as possible. Just then another bear came in sight and the poor
hunter gave up all hope. But all at once the first bear stopped and
looked at the other bear, then suddenly walked toward him. Both stood
and looked at the hunter, who did not move. Suddenly the second bear
growled strangely and the first bear walked away with the two cubs.
Then the second bear came nearer, and as he walked the hunter saw that
he limped. It was Johnnie Bear, and in some unknown tongue he had sent
the other bear away and saved the hunter’s life. He did not come any
nearer the hunter, but only looked at him, as though to say, “You saved
my life once, now I have paid my debt to you.” Then he limped away in
the direction the other bears had gone. Perhaps the mother bear was
Johnnie’s wife and the cubs were their children.

Who can tell?




[Illustration]

PLAID TROUSERS


Mr. Tim Coon had a pair of red-and-green plaid trousers and that was
what made everybody in the woods envious.

But there was one who not only was envious--he was very jealous of his
rights--and that one was Mr. Fox.

For Mr. Fox thought, and so did every one else in the woods, that he
was the very smartest and nattiest fellow around until Tim Coon came
along with those red-and-green plaid trousers.

Mr. Fox at first did not bother much about the trousers, for he felt
sure that in a short time he could persuade Tim Coon to part with them,
but here he was mistaken, as time proved.

Mr. Fox had called on Tim every day. He had carried the fattest hen or
duck, and even two fat chickens, and each time he hinted that he might
part with each or any of them if he were offered the right thing.

But Tim Coon was well supplied with the season’s good things to eat and
would not offer anything worth having.

And that was the reason that Mr. Fox sat on his steps one morning in
deep thought while he smoked his old corncob pipe.

While he was thinking his eyes happened to alight upon a piece of paper
on which there was some printing, and then he saw the word WOOL in big
letters.

“Wool?” thought Mr. Fox; “that is what those red-and-green trousers
are; all wool, Tim Coon says.”

Mr. Fox got up from the steps and picked up the paper. He began to
read, and as he read his eyes grew big. The more he read the bigger
they grew, and at last he became so interested he dropped his pipe from
his mouth without noticing it.

Mr. Fox read all the printing. Then he crumpled up the paper and threw
it into the bushes.

“If he only would get them soiled,” he said, “the rest would be easy;
he would be sure to ask my advice.

“I know what I will do,” he said, starting for his barn. “I’ll paint
the seat of my rocking-chair; he loves to sit in that.”

Pretty soon Mr. Fox had his rocking-chair painted a nice shiny black,
and then he sat down to watch for Tim Coon, who always passed by about
that time. He did not have to wait long before Tim came along, wearing
the plaid trousers. “Come in, Tim, and have a smoke,” said Mr. Fox, in
his most polite manner.

Mr. Fox went to the closet to get a pipe for Tim, and, just as he
expected, down sat Tim Coon in the rocking-chair right on the wet paint.

“Oh dear, oh dear, how sorry I am!” said Mr. Fox, hurrying to Tim.

“Get up quick, Tim! I just painted that chair. I hope you have not got
it on your plaid trousers.”

Mr. Fox’s eyes twinkled as he got behind poor Tim to look at the seat
of his trousers, but that, of course, Tim Coon did not see, and when
Mr. Fox told him there was a big black spot, but that he felt sure he
could tell him just how to get it out, Tim thought he was a very kind
fellow.

“Don’t you bother at all, Tim. I read the other day just how to wash
woolen garments. It said it was sure and safe, so I will help you, for
I really feel to blame; I ought to have remembered that rocker was
freshly painted.

“First, I must get you some white soap, and as I have none in the house
I shall have to run over to Mr. Man’s and get some; he has everything
in his house.”

Tim Coon thought Mr. Fox was the very kindest fellow he knew, and he
ran right home to take off the trousers and wait for Mr. Fox to return.

“Oh, you might put on a kettle of water,” called Mr. Fox as Tim was
hurrying away, “and have it boiling; it must boil hard.”

Mr. Fox had a harder time than he expected getting the soap from Mr.
Man’s, for Mr. Dog had gone to sleep right in the doorway of the barn,
and that was where Mr. Fox wanted to go.

He had seen a piece of white soap on a box in the barn one day, where
Mr. Man had been washing his best harness, and he hoped very much he
would find it there now.

After a while Mr. Dog awoke and went away and Mr. Fox crept in. He was
lucky enough to find the soap, and off he ran for Tim Coon’s house just
as the sun was going down.

“I risked a good deal, Tim, to get this soap,” he said. “I do not like
to go over the hill in the daytime--too risky.

“Now we must put the trousers in a pail,” explained Mr. Fox, “and then
very slowly pour the water on them. Are you sure the water is boiling
hard?”

Tim said he was, and so Mr. Fox told him to bring it along, and as Tim
poured it in the pail Mr. Fox shaved up the soap and dropped it in.

“Now get me a stick,” he said, “so I can stir it and make a good suds,
and now I will leave you, for I am sure you can do the rest, and I must
get home, as it is getting dark.

“All you have to do is to let them soak overnight and take them out in
the morning and hang them in the sun, and if that recipe for washing
woolen is good for anything your trousers will be as good as new.”

Off ran Mr. Fox for home, chuckling to himself all the way. “Yes, they
will be as good as new,” he said, “but not for you to wear, my friend
Tim. They may fit a very young coon, but not a full-grown-up coon like
you. Oh no.”

Poor Tim Coon viewed his trousers as they hung on the line the next day
with a sinking heart, for the black stain of the paint was of course
still to be seen, but later when they were dry and he tried to put them
on it was not a feeling of sadness which came over him. It was anger.

Tim looked at himself in the looking-glass and saw that his handsome
plaid trousers were no longer fit for him to wear. They were well up to
his knees, and so snugly did they fit him he could not bend, let alone
walk.

It took some time to get out of them, but when he did he took them over
to Mr. Fox’s house and showed him the remains of what had once been his
plaid trousers.

“It did not work right. That is all I can say,” said Mr. Fox, trying
hard to look sad. “You never can tell about those recipes you read in
papers and magazines until you have tried them.”

“I wish some one else had tried it first,” said Tim, with a sigh, as he
looked at his trousers.

“I might have worn a long-tailed coat and covered up the paint spot,
but there is nothing I can do with these short legs.”

“You could wear a skirt or put some lace on the bottom of the legs,”
suggested Mr. Fox.

“Are you sure the water had to boil?” asked Tim.

“Sure as I am that the sun will shine!” replied Mr. Fox. “Are you sure,
Tim, those trousers are all wool?”

“I thought they were,” said Tim.

“I know they are,” said Mr. Fox, looking after Tim down the path.

Of course the plaid trousers were of no use to any one, but Mr. Fox was
satisfied so long as he did not have to see Tim Coon wearing them.




[Illustration]

THE THREE RUNAWAYS


Mr. Dog sat in front of his house, looking very sad; Mr. Tom Cat came
along with his head hanging down, very sad, too.

“Hello, Tommie!” said Mr. Dog. “You look as sad as I feel. What is the
matter?”

“Matter enough, Mr. Dog,” said Mr. Tom Cat. “I have just been driven
out of the house with a broom by cook, who says I am of no use; that I
am too fat and too well fed to catch the mice.

“Mr. Dog, I have caught all the mice in that house for years, and just
because I slept one night--that was last night--that cook forgets
all about all the good work I have done in the past and puts me out,
and with a broom, too. Oh, it is too terrible, and I have not had my
breakfast, either.”

“Tommie, dear fellow,” said Mr. Dog, “you certainly have a hard time
of it, but let me tell you what has happened to me after all my years
of service to the master. Last night a fox got into the hen-house, and
just because I did not keep awake all night and catch him the master
took me up to the hen-house and put my nose right down on the floor
where that fox had walked, and then he boxed my ears. Think of it,
Thomas, he boxed my ears before all the hens and chickens and said I
was getting old and good for nothing, and I have not had a bite to eat
this morning. I wonder what this place is coming to when such good
fellows as we are get such treatment. That is what I would like to
know, Thomas Cat.”

Mr. Tom Cat licked his mouth and stretched himself before he answered:
“I think, Mr. Dog, we better give the master and cook a chance to think
over what they have done to us and perhaps they may remember all the
good things we have done all these years and think that one little
mistake was not so bad, after all. I am for running away, I am. What do
you say?”

“Now I never thought of that, Thomas,” said Mr. Dog, standing up and
looking very serious. “I believe that is a good plan, Thomas. I do,
indeed; but where shall we run?”

“Oh, we can walk; you know we don’t have to run at all, only they call
it running away if you go off where people can’t find you,” said Mr.
Tom Cat. “I know a place we can go. Come with me.”

“I’ll go with you,” said Mr. Dog. “Lead the way, Thomas.”

Just as they were passing the barn-yard they saw Mr. Rooster scrooged
under the fence.

“Hello, Mr. Rooster!” said Mr. Dog. “What has happened to you that you
look so unhappy this morning?”

“Why wouldn’t I look unhappy?” replied Mr. Rooster. “Here I have been
on this farm and looking after all those silly hens these long years,
and this morning the master said he wished the fox had got me last night
instead of the hen he carried off. I tell you it is hard luck, after
all I have done for the master.”

“Come with us,” said Mr. Tom Cat. “We are running away; the cook chased
me out this morning because I happened to sleep all night and didn’t
catch the mice, and Mr. Dog was blamed because the fox got into your
house last night. We are not appreciated around here, that is plain.
Will you come along?”

“I had never thought of running away,” said Mr. Rooster, getting out
from under the fence and flapping the dust from his wings, “but I think
I like the idea of running away. I will go along with you. Perhaps the
master and those foolish hens of mine will begin to think what a fine
fellow I am and wish I had not gone. Where are you going?”

“Oh, to a place I know where no one will find us,” said Mr. Tom Cat,
running ahead.

Mr. Dog and Mr. Rooster followed Mr. Tom Cat, and soon they were in the
woods where the bushes grew thick and the trees shut out the sun.

“Here we are,” said Mr. Tom Cat; “now no one will find us and we can
rest in ease.”

“I have not had my breakfast,” said Mr. Rooster, scratching the ground.

“Neither have we,” said Mr. Tom Cat, “but I have heard somewhere that
you should not think of your troubles and they will not bother you,
so suppose we each tell a story to take up the time and also take our
minds off the thought that we have not had our breakfast. You begin,
Mr. Dog, because you are such a good story-teller and have had so many
adventures.”

Mr. Dog looked very wise and scratched his head as if he was thinking
very hard.

“Did I ever tell you about how I treed a coon?” he asked.

Mr. Rooster and Mr. Tom Cat said they never had heard it, but they
should like to hear about it very much indeed.


MR. DOG’S STORY

Mr. Dog cleared his throat and then he said: “I have always had the
reputation of being a good hunter, especially when coons were in
season, but this story which I am about to tell will show that I had
the hardest time a dog ever had getting a coon.

“One moonlight night the master came out of the house and whistled to
me; he had his gun over his shoulder and I knew pretty well what was
going to happen; we were going coon-hunting.

“So I wagged my tail and gave two or three sharp barks because I knew I
could not bark again until I had something to bark about.

“Oh, it was a beautiful night, and just as we got out in the road a
little way from the barn I saw something moving. I wasn’t sure at first
whether it was a fox or a coon, both of them being equally fond of
visiting the poultry-yard; but I kept very still and pretty soon I saw
him right in the full moonlight. It was as fat a coon as I ever saw,
and he didn’t see me and I made a run for him.

“Well, you may have seen a coon run, my friends, but believe me when I
tell you that you never saw one run as this one did. He gave a bound
and away he went, and I went after him, and Mr. Man followed, for I was
barking now, for there was reason for it.

“Well, that coon got to the tree first, and up he went, for I saw him,
and I can tell you I was some tickled, for I knew that the master would
be pleased enough when he saw the size of that coon.

“After he got into the tree I stood under it and looked up and barked
with all my might, and Mr. Man was coming a-running as fast as he could
in the distance.

“But while I saw that coon go up the tree as plainly as I ever saw
anything, I couldn’t see hide nor hair of him when I looked up.

“Mr. Man came up to me after a while and said, ‘Where is he, Rover?’

“I kept looking up in the tree and barking to keep up my courage,
though I could see nothing but tree.

“‘You are fooled, old fellow,’ said the master; ‘he got away from you.
Go after him, old boy.’

“But I knew I wasn’t fooled, though for the life of me I could not see
that coon.

“I kept on barking and jumping about and the master took another look,
but he did not see that coon and pretty soon he got tired.

“‘You are a fake, Rover,’ he said to me. ‘I am going home. We will try
it another night and see if you can see straight.’ And off he went.

“But I didn’t leave that tree. I knew that coon couldn’t have jumped
out of the tree and I also knew he went up the tree, so I was sure he
was in the tree right then.

“I barked louder than ever, and though the master whistled and called,
I still barked and jumped about.

“Suddenly I thought if I kept very still a minute that coon might show
his head, so I stepped close to the tree and stood in the shadow and
kept quiet. It wasn’t more than a minute before, just as I thought, out
poked the head of that coon to see if I had gone.

“Well, I just barked some then and I danced, and pretty soon master
came running back and I jumped and barked right under the place where I
had seen the head of Mr. Coon.

“‘Ah, you are right, boy,’ I heard the master say, softly, and then
bang went his gun and Mr. Coon dropped to the ground.

“‘Good old boy, you can’t be fooled, can you, Rover?’ said master,
patting me on the head; ‘you can’t be beat for coon-hunting. Come along
home and show what we got.’

“The next night they had a great time at the master’s house. He told
them all how I treed that coon and how I stuck to it in spite of his
going away and calling to me to go along.

“I was patted on the head and made a great deal of, and every time I
see the master with that coon cap he wears I feel very happy.”

Mr. Dog stopped and looked sad again, and Mr. Tom Cat said: “Oh, cheer
up, Mr. Dog, the master will soon be wearing that cap again, and he
will remember how you caught the coon. That is a good story to tell.
Now we will listen to what Mr. Rooster has to tell us.”

Mr. Rooster said he would tell them about the new rooster that came to
the barn-yard one day.


MR. ROOSTER’S STORY

Mr. Rooster straightened himself and said he was proud to say he was
raised on the master’s farm. He was proud, too, to say he had succeeded
the old rooster that had gone to a dinner one day and did not return.

“I have always taken good care of my family, and, if I do say it, there
is not a better-looking family than mine around these parts,” said Mr.
Rooster.

“There have been many young roosters in the barn-yard, but they have
gone away to other farms to live, for the master has an eye for beauty,
and he has always decided that I was too--er--valuable to lose.”

Mr. Dog and Mr. Tom Cat smiled a little on the side at this last
remark, for they well knew how vain Mr. Rooster was, and then he really
did have fine feathers and a beautiful comb.

“I have never had any trouble with my family until one morning Madam
Blackie came running to me,” continued Mr. Rooster, “to tell me a new
rooster had come in the barn-yard to live.”

“‘It is shameful the way all those silly hens are running around him,’
she said. ‘He isn’t noticing them a little bit and they strut back and
forth, eying him as if they had never seen a handsome rooster before.

“‘For my part, I think the old friends are the best, though of course
you are not old, my dear Mr. Rooster, only old in acquaintance I mean.’

“I had always thought Madam Blackie an old busybody, but now, if this
was all true, I had found her my only friend.

“‘You are most kind, Madam Blackie,’ I said, ‘and I thank you, but
I feel sure that the master will not have a new rooster here. This
new-comer will probably leave in a few days.’

“I expected he would, too, for I had as fine a set of spurs as I had
ever seen, and I intended to show them to this new rooster.

“As soon as I could get away from Madam Blackie I took a stroll around
by the barn-yard, and sure enough there were all my family, even the
chickens, walking around and clucking and cackling as hens will at a
handsome red-and-black rooster that stood by the barn door.

“I felt pretty queer for a minute, for that new rooster had a very
shiny-looking set of feathers, and I knew he would be very popular for
a while at least, and with the whole family against me, even my spurs
might not make me king.

“I held my head very high, and with my light step I walked past them
some distance from the barn, but still I knew they all saw me.

“There was a little flutter at first, and they ran toward me, but they
gave a look at the new rooster. I could see them out of the corner
of my eyes, and back the whole silly lot went and began their silly
cackling and clucking.

“I went behind a wall and watched them through a hole. First they would
scratch the ground near the new rooster and talk away to one another,
and then they would walk by him, but not once did he turn his head.

“‘He isn’t going to let them think he sees them,’ I thought; but the
longer I watched the stranger it seemed to me that with all those
fine-looking hens and chickens cackling about him he should not look
once their way; and then a thought came to me which made me jump up, so
I crawled under the gate and walked into the barn-yard.

“I walked right up to that family of mine and looked at them, and then
I looked at the new rooster. I was right close to him then.

“Every hen opened her eyes and mouth, for they thought right then and
there was to be a settlement of rights, but one glance at the new
rooster told me what I had thought was true, and I just turned my
back on him and said: ‘When you silly hens and chickens get tired of
admiring the new weather-cock you better come over in the lot back of
the barn. There is some corn and grain on the ground. I am surprised
that my family cannot tell a tin weather-cock from a real rooster,’ and
away I walked with my head held higher than ever.

“After that I never had the least trouble with them, but of course I
found out that Madam Blackie had been the first one to see the tin
rooster and had gone right up to him and found it out, and then waited
to see if the others would be fooled. When she found they were she ran
away to tell me.

“Oh, it takes all kinds of hens to make a barn-yard family!” sighed the
rooster.

“I guess they will miss you,” said Mr. Dog, “and the master will, too,
for all the hens are likely to run away, with no one to keep them at
home.”

“Tommie Cat, we will hear what you have to tell. I bet it will be about
a mouse.”

“You win the bet,” said Mr. Tom Cat.


MR. TOM CAT’S STORY

“My story,” said Mr. Tom Cat, “is about a mouse, the only mouse that
ever got away from me--that is, the only one that I ever saw. Of
course, I did not see the ones that cook thought I should have caught.

“I came to live at the master’s house when I was a very little kitten,
and right away I began to catch the mice.

“I have heard it said that my mother and father were the best mousers
anywhere around, and I expect I take after them. Anyway, I could catch
mice, so I became a great pet in the house.

“And while I always had plenty of milk--and sometimes cream--to eat, I
never failed to catch a mouse each night, and sometimes more, for a cat
had not lived in the house for years, and those mice thought they owned
it until I came.

“They ran about everywhere, on the pantry shelves and all over the
rooms at night, and they would even run over me sometimes when I was
taking forty winks; but I soon stopped that. I played I was asleep when
I wasn’t and caught those silly mice until the others began to learn
that I was a thing to be feared and not to be taken as a joke.

“But there was one mouse I could not catch. He was larger than the
others and had a little piece taken out of one ear, so I always knew
him, and it gave me no end of worry to think he always escaped me.

“The others called him Tip, because it was the tip of his ear that was
gone; and Tip was some runner, I can tell you. He could get through the
smallest hole in the wall and he could get away from you when you had
your paw right over him. I made up my mind to get Tip if I had to let
the other mice have the house, and so for a week I laid for Tip.

“One night he came out of his hole and jumped right over my head and I
chased him around the kitchen, when all at once right before my eyes he
disappeared.

“I sniffed and hunted. I knew he was there, but I could not see him or
find him. All at once I saw a shoe of the master’s, that stood near the
stove, move, and as quick as a wink I flew at it and put in my paw.

“Did I get Tip? No, sir; that slick little fellow crawled out of a hole
in the side of that shoe and ran for his hole in the wall, laughing and
giggling to think he had fooled me again.

“I did not sleep for two days after that, sitting by that hole in the
wall, and I was thinking how hungry Tip must be, having to stay in
there without any food and feeling sure he would have to come out soon
or starve, when I felt something touch my tail.

“I turned around and there was Tip. How he got out I never knew, but I
expect he gnawed a hole in another part of the wall. Anyway, there he
was sitting on his hind legs and making funny motions with his front
paws.

“I jumped, but he was ready for that, and away he scampered into the
pantry and I after him.

“Over the shelves he went, and I went, too. Back of the boxes, and I
went, too, tins and dishes falling with clatter and smash, but I did
not care. I was after that Tip mouse and I knew it was now or never.

“He knew it was a fight to the death, I think, by the mad dash he made
behind dishes and tins, but after a while he grew tired and made for
his hole in the wall. I knew that was my chance to get him in the open,
and I flew after him and reached him with the tip of my paw, but it was
only his tail I had. Tip was in the hole. I grabbed at the tail with my
teeth and off it came. I have that tail yet, for I never got Tip, and I
like to look at it sometimes just to get up my fighting spirit.”

“Didn’t you ever see Tip again?” asked Mr. Rooster and Mr. Dog.

“Oh yes, I saw him once after that,” said Mr. Tom Cat, with a yawn.

“Why didn’t you catch him?” they asked, together.

“Oh, Tip was in a trap when I saw him,” said Mr. Tom Cat.

“Was it one of those traps that catch them by the head?” asked Mr. Dog.

“No, it was a little wire affair,” said Mr. Tom Cat, “and I looked in
and saw him running about.”

“Why didn’t you catch him then when the master opened the trap? Didn’t
they give you a chance at him?”

“No, Mr. Dog,” said Mr. Tom Cat, looking very lofty. “I am a sportsman
and no true sportsman ever touches a caged mouse. Tip was let out of
the trap, and the master thought I would catch him, but I didn’t even
run after him, and for all I know Tip may be living yet. I will do my
own hunting and catching; none of those traps can ever help me to get a
mouse.”

“Some of his grandchildren might go back there to live, even if Tip did
not return to the hole in the wall,” said Mr. Dog.

“It might be that those very mice that were running about last night
were some of his relations.”

“I never thought of that,” said Mr. Tom Cat. “I will watch for them
to-night, and whether they are or not I will remember Tip and catch
them all.”

“I guess I will go along with you,” said Mr. Dog. “I am pretty hungry,
and it must be dinner-time.”

“If you all are going home, I guess I better get back in time for
dinner, too,” said Mr. Rooster; “my family will think I am lost.”

So all three started off for their home, forgetting all about their
grievances in listening to the story each had told, and if nothing has
happened to them I expect they are living there yet.


THE END




Transcriber’s Notes:


Minor errors and omissions in punctuation have been fixed

Page 55: Changed “but that it still” to “but that is still”

Page 124: Changed “Martha did not treat her” to “Martha treated her”

Page 155: Changed “‘Oh, don’t you know?’ said Jacko” to “‘Oh, don’t
  you know?’ said Jocko”

Page 179: Changed “the master he wished” to “the master said he
  wished”