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+Project Gutenberg’s The Book of Fables and Folk Stories, by Horace E. Scudder
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+Title: The Book of Fables and Folk Stories
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+Author: Horace E. Scudder
+
+Release Date: April 14, 2014 [EBook #45384]
+Last Updated: November 19, 2016
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+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BOOK OF FABLES ***
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+Produced by David Widger from page images generously
+provided by the Internet Archive
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+THE BOOK OF FABLES AND FOLK STORIES
+
+By Horace E. Scudder
+
+New Illustrated Edition
+
+Boston And New York Houghton Mifflin Company
+
+1882 To 1919
+
+
+[Illustration: 0001]
+
+[Illustration: 0006]
+
+
+
+
+PUBLISHERS’ NOTE
+
+For more than a generation Mr. Scudder’s _Book of Fables and Folk
+Stories_ has been a prime favorite with young readers. It has seemed to
+the publishers that a book which has maintained its popularity so long
+might well be furnished with illustrations more in accordance with the
+taste of the present day than those which were originally used. All the
+old pictures have therefore been replaced by drawings made by a modern
+artist, and it is hoped that readers of the volume will find its old
+charm heightened by this new feature.
+
+4 Park St., Boston October, 1919
+
+
+
+
+
+THE BOOK OF FABLES AND FOLK STORIES
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE RED-RIDING-HOOD
+
+[Illustration: 9015]
+
+|Once upon a time there lived in a certain village a little girl. Her
+mother was very fond of her, and her grandmother loved her even more.
+This good old woman made for her a red cloak, which suited the child so
+well that ever after she was called Little Red-Riding-Hood. One day her
+mother made some cakes, and said to Little Red-Riding-Hood:--
+
+“Go, my dear, and see how grandmother does, for I hear that she has been
+very ill. Carry her a cake and a little pot of butter.”
+
+Little Red-Riding-Hood set out at once to go to her grandmother, who
+lived in another village. As she was going through the wood she met a
+large Wolf. He had a very great mind to eat her up; but he dared not,
+for there were some wood-choppers near by. So he asked her:--
+
+“Where are you going, little girl?” The poor child did not know that it
+was dangerous to stop and talk with the Wolf, and she said:--
+
+“I am going to see my grandmother, and carry her a cake and a little pot
+of butter from my mother.”
+
+“Does she live far off?” asked the Wolf.
+
+“Oh, yes. It is beyond that mill, at the first house in the village.”
+
+“Well,” said the Wolf, “I will go and see her, too. I will go this way;
+do you go that, and we will see who will be there soonest.”
+
+At this the Wolf began to run as fast as he could, taking the nearest
+way, and Little Red-Riding-Hood went by the farthest. She stopped often
+to chase a butterfly, or pluck a flower, and so she was a good while on
+the way. The Wolf was soon at the old woman’s house, and knocked at the
+door--tap, tap!
+
+“Who is there?”
+
+“Your grandchild, Little Red-Riding-Hood,” replied the Wolf, changing
+his voice. “I have brought you a cake and a pot of butter from mother.”
+ The good grandmother, who was ill in bed, called out:--
+
+“Pull the string, and the latch will go up.” The Wolf pulled the string,
+and the latch went up. The door opened, and he jumped in, and fell
+upon the old woman, and ate her up in less than no time, for he had
+not tasted food for three days. He then shut the door, and got into the
+grandmother’s bed. By and by, Little Red-Riding-Hood came and knocked at
+the door--tap, tap!
+
+“Who is there?”
+
+Little Red-Riding-Hood heard the big voice of the Wolf, and at first she
+was afraid. Then she thought her grandmother must have a bad cold, so
+she answered:--
+
+“Little Red-Riding-Hood. I have brought you a cake and a pot of butter
+from mother.” The Wolf softened his voice as much as he could, and
+called out:--
+
+“Pull the string, and the latch will go up.” Little Red-Riding-Hood
+pulled the string, and the latch went up, and the door opened. The Wolf
+was hiding under the bedclothes and called out in a muffled voice:--
+
+“Put the cake and the pot of butter on the shelf, and come to bed.”
+
+Little Red-Riding-Hood made ready for bed. Then she looked with
+wonder at her grandmother, who had changed so much, and she
+said:--“Grandmother, what great arms you have!”
+
+“The better to hug you, my dear.”
+
+“Grandmother, what great ears you have!”
+
+“The better to hear you, my dear.”
+
+“Grandmother, what great eyes you have!”
+
+“The better to see you, my dear.”
+
+“Grandmother, what great teeth you have!”
+
+“The better to eat you.”
+
+And at this the wicked Wolf sprang up and fell upon poor Little
+Red-Riding-Hood and ate her all up.
+
+
+
+
+THE GOOSE THAT LAID GOLDEN EGGS
+
+|There was a man who once had a Goose that always laid golden eggs, one
+every day in the year.
+
+Now, he thought there must be gold inside of her. So he wrung her neck
+and laid her open.
+
+He found that she was exactly like all other geese. He thought to find
+riches, and lost the little he had.
+
+This fable teaches that one should be content with what one has, and not
+be greedy.
+
+[Illustration: 0019]
+
+
+
+
+THE DOG IN THE MANGER
+
+|A Dog once made his bed in a manger. He could not eat the grain there,
+and he would not let the Ox eat it, who could.
+
+
+
+
+THE FOX AND THE GRAPES
+
+|A hungry Fox found some bunches of grapes upon a vine high up a tree.
+He tried to get at them, but could not. So he left them hanging there
+and went off, saying to himself:--
+
+“They are sour grapes.”
+
+[Illustration: 0020]
+
+That is what people sometimes do when they cannot get what they
+want--they make believe that what they want is good for nothing.
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE ONE EYE, LITTLE TWO EYES, AND LITTLE THREE EYES
+
+
+I. THE GOAT
+
+|There was once a woman who had three daughters. The eldest was called
+Little One Eye, because she had only one eye in the middle of her
+forehead. The second was called Little Two Eyes, because she had two
+eyes like other people. The youngest was called Little Three Eyes,
+because she had three eyes; the third eye was in the middle of her
+forehead.
+
+Because Little Two Eyes looked like other people, her sisters and her
+mother could not bear her. They said:--
+
+“You have two eyes and are no better than anybody else. You do not
+belong to us.” They knocked her about, and gave her shabby clothes, and
+fed her with food left over from their meals.
+
+One day Little Two Eyes was sent into the fields to look after the goat.
+She was hungry, because her sisters had given her so little to eat, and
+she sat down and began to cry. She cried so hard that a little stream of
+tears ran out of each eye. All at once a wise woman stood near her, and
+asked:--
+
+“Little Two Eyes, why do you cry?” Little Two Eyes said:--
+
+“Have I not need to cry? Because I have two eyes, like other people, my
+sisters and my mother cannot bear me. They knock me about and they give
+me shabby clothes. They feed me only with the food left over from their
+table. To-day they have given me so little that I am very hungry.”
+
+The wise woman said:--
+
+“Little Two Eyes, dry your eyes, and I will tell you what to do. Only
+say to your goat: ‘Little goat, bleat; little table, rise,’ and a table
+will stand before you, covered with food. Eat as much as you like. When
+you have had all you want, only say: ‘Little goat, bleat; little table,
+away,’ and it will be gone.” Then the wise woman disappeared. Little Two
+Eyes thought: “I must try at once, for I am too hungry to wait.” So she
+said:--
+
+“Little goat, bleat; little table, rise,” and there stood before her a
+little table covered with a white cloth. On it were laid a plate, knife
+and fork, and silver spoon. The nicest food was on the plate, smoking
+hot. Then Little Two Eyes began to eat, and found the food very good.
+When she had had enough, she said:--
+
+“Little goat, bleat; little table, away.” In an instant the table was
+gone.
+
+“That is a fine way to keep house,” thought Little Two Eyes.
+
+At the end of the day Little Two Eyes drove her goat home. She found a
+dish with some food in it. Her sisters had put it aside for her, but she
+did not taste it. She did not need it.
+
+The next day she went out again with her goat, and did not take the few
+crusts which her sisters put aside for her. This went on for several
+days. At last her sisters said to each other:--
+
+“All is not right with Little Two Eyes. She always leaves her food. She
+used to eat all that was given her. She must have found some other way
+to be fed.”
+
+They meant to find out what Little Two Eyes did. So the next time that
+Little Two Eyes set out, Little One Eye came to her and said:--
+
+“I will go with you into the field, and see that the goat is well taken
+care of, and feeds in the best pasture.” But Little Two Eyes saw what
+Little One Eye had in her mind. So she drove the goat into the long
+grass, and said:--
+
+“Come, Little One Eye, we will sit down and I will sing to you.” Little
+One Eye sat down. She was tired after her long walk in the hot sun, and
+Little Two Eyes began to sing:--
+
+“Are you awake, Little One Eye? Are you asleep, Little One Eye? Are you
+awake, Little One Eye? Are you asleep, Little One Eye? Are you awake?
+Are you asleep? Awake? Asleep?” By this time Little One Eye had shut her
+one eye and was fast asleep. When Little Two Eyes saw this, she said
+softly:--
+
+“Little goat, bleat; little table, rise;” and she sat at the table and
+ate and drank till she had had enough. Then she said as before:--
+
+“Little goat, bleat; little table, away,” and in a twinkling all was
+gone.
+
+Little Two Eyes now awoke Little One Eye, and said:--
+
+“Little One Eye, why do you not watch? You have been asleep, and the
+goat could have run all over the world. Come! let us go home.” So home
+they went, and Little Two Eyes again did not touch the dish. The others
+asked Little One Eye what Little Two Eyes did in the field. But she
+could only say:--
+
+“Oh, I fell asleep out there.”
+
+
+II. THE TREE
+
+The next day, the mother said to Little Three Eyes:--
+
+“This time _you_ must go with Little Two Eyes, and see if any one brings
+her food and drink.” Then Little Three Eyes said to Little Two Eyes:
+
+“I will go with you into the field, and see that the goat is well taken
+care of, and feeds in the best pasture.” But Little Two Eyes saw what
+Little Three Eyes had in her mind. So she drove the goat into the long
+grass, and said:--“Come, Little Three Eyes, we will sit down, and I will
+sing to you.” Little Three Eyes sat down. She was tired after her long
+walk in the hot sun, and Little Two Eyes began to sing, as before:--
+
+“Are you awake, Little Three Eyes?” but instead of going on,--
+
+“Are you asleep, Little Three Eyes?” she did not think, and sang:--
+
+“Are you asleep, Little Two Eyes?” and went on:--
+
+“Are you awake, Little Three Eyes? Are you asleep, Little Two Eyes? Are
+you awake? Are you asleep? Awake? Asleep?” By this time the two eyes of
+Little Three Eyes fell asleep. But the third eye did not go to sleep,
+for it was not spoken to by the verse. Little Three Eyes, to be sure,
+shut it, and made believe that it went to sleep. Then she opened it a
+little way and watched Little Two Eyes.
+
+When Little Two Eyes thought Little Three Eyes was fast asleep, she said
+softly:--
+
+“Little goat, bleat; little table, rise;” and she sat at the table and
+ate and drank till she had had enough. Then she said as before:--
+
+“Little goat, bleat; little table, away.” But Little Three Eyes had seen
+everything. Little Two Eyes now woke Little Three Eyes, and said:--
+
+“Little Three Eyes, why do you not watch? You have been asleep, and the
+goat could have run all over the world. Come! let us go home.”
+
+So home they went, and Little Two Eyes again did not touch the dish.
+Then Little Three Eyes said to the mother:--
+
+“I know why the proud thing does not eat. She says to the goat: ‘Little
+goat, bleat; little table, rise,’ and there stands a table before her.
+It is covered with the very best of things to eat, much better than
+anything we have. When she has had enough to eat, she says: ‘Little
+goat, bleat; little table, away,’ and all is gone. I have seen it just
+as it is. She put two of my eyes to sleep, but the one in my forehead
+stayed awake.” Then the mother cried out:--
+
+“Shall she be better off than we are?” With that she took a knife and
+killed the goat. Poor Little Two Eyes went to the field, and sat
+down and began to cry. All at once the wise woman stood near her, and
+asked:--
+
+“Little Two Eyes, why do you cry?” Little Two Eyes said:--
+
+“Have I not need to cry? My mother has killed the goat. Now I must
+suffer hunger and thirst again.” The wise woman said:--
+
+“Little Two Eyes, dry your eyes, and I will tell you what to do. Beg
+your sisters to give you the heart of the goat. Then bury it in the
+ground before the door of the house. All will go well with you.” Then
+the wise woman was gone, and Little Two Eyes went home and said to her
+sisters:--
+
+“Sisters, give me some part of my goat. I do not ask for anything but
+the heart.” They laughed, and said:--
+
+“You can have that, if you do not want anything else.”
+
+Little Two Eyes took the heart and buried it in the ground before the
+door of the house.
+
+Next morning the sisters woke and saw a splendid tree in front of the
+house. It had leaves of silver and fruit of gold. It was wonderful to
+behold; and they could not think how the tree had come there in the
+night. Only Little Two Eyes knew that the tree had grown out of the
+heart of the goat. Then the mother said to Little One Eye:--
+
+“Climb up, my child, and pluck some fruit from the tree.” Little One Eye
+climbed the tree. She put out her hand to take a golden apple, but
+the branch sprang back. This took place every time. Try as hard as she
+could, she could not get a single apple. Then the mother said:--
+
+“Little Three Eyes, you climb up. You can see better with your three
+eyes than Little One Eye can.” Down came Little One Eye, and Little
+Three Eyes climbed the tree. She put out her hand, and the branch sprang
+back as it had from Little One Eye. At last the mother tried, but it
+was the same with her. She could not get a single apple. Then Little Two
+Eyes said:--
+
+“Let me try.”
+
+“You!” they all cried. “You, with your two eyes like other people! What
+can you do?” But Little Two Eyes climbed the tree, and the branch did
+not spring back. The golden apples dropped into her hands, and she
+brought down her apron full of them. Her mother took them away from her,
+and her two sisters were angry because they had failed, and they were
+more cruel than ever to Little Two Eyes.
+
+
+III. THE PRINCE
+
+While they stood by the tree, the Prince came riding near on a fine
+horse.
+
+“Quick, Little Two Eyes,” said her sisters, “creep under this cask; we
+are ashamed of you.” And they threw an empty cask over her, and pushed
+the golden apples under it.
+
+The Prince rode up and gazed at the splendid tree. “Is this splendid
+tree yours?” he asked of the sisters. “If you will give me a branch from
+it, I will give you anything you wish.” Then Little One Eye and Little
+Three Eyes said the tree was theirs, and they would break off a branch
+for him. They put out their hands, but again the branches sprang back.
+Then the Prince said:--
+
+“This is very strange. The tree is yours, and yet you cannot pluck the
+fruit.”
+
+They kept on saying that the tree was theirs, but while they were saying
+this, Little Two Eyes rolled a few of the apples out from under the
+cask. The Prince saw them, and asked:--
+
+“Why! where did these golden apples come from? Who is under the cask?”
+ Little One Eye and Little Three Eyes told the Prince that they had a
+sister.
+
+“But she does not show herself,” they said. “She is just like other
+people. She has two eyes.” Then the Prince called:--
+
+“Little Two Eyes! come out!” So Little Two Eyes was very glad and crept
+out from under the cask.
+
+“Can you get me a branch from the tree?”
+
+“Yes,” said Little Two Eyes, “I can, for the tree is mine.” Then she
+climbed the tree and broke off a branch. It had silver leaves and golden
+fruit, and she gave it to the Prince. Then the Prince said:--
+
+“Little Two Eyes, what shall I give you for it?”
+
+“Oh,” said Little Two Eyes, “I suffer hunger and thirst all day long. If
+you would take me with you, I should be happy.”
+
+So the Prince lifted Little Two Eyes upon his horse, and they rode away.
+He took her to his father’s house and made her Princess, and she had
+plenty to eat and drink and good clothes to wear. Best of all, the
+Prince loved her, and she had no more hard knocks and cross words.
+
+Now, when Little Two Eyes rode away with the Prince, the sisters said:--
+
+“Well, we shall have the tree. We may not pluck the fruit, but every one
+will stop to see it and come to us and praise it.” But the next morning
+when they went to look at the tree, it was gone.
+
+Little Two Eyes lived long and happily. One day, two poor women came
+to her, and asked for something to eat. Little Two Eyes looked at their
+faces and knew them. They were Little One Eye and Little Three Eyes.
+They were so poor that they were begging bread from door to door. Little
+Two Eyes brought them into the house and was very good to them. Then
+they both were sorry for the evil they had once done their sister.
+
+
+
+
+THE WIND AND THE SUN
+
+The Wind and the Sun had a dispute as to which of the two was the
+stronger. They agreed that the one should be called stronger who should
+first make a man in the road take off his cloak.
+
+The Wind began to blow great guns, but the man only drew his cloak
+closer about him to keep out the cold. At last the gust was over.
+
+Then the Sun took his turn. He shone and it was warm and bright. The man
+opened his cloak, threw it back, and at last took it off, and lay down
+in the shade where it was cool.
+
+So the Sun carried his point against the Wind.
+
+This fable teaches that gentleness often succeeds better than force.
+
+
+
+
+THE CROW AND THE PITCHER
+
+[Illustration: 0032]
+
+|A Crow who was very thirsty found a Pitcher with a little water in it.
+But the water lay so low that she could not come at it.
+
+She tried first to break the Pitcher, and then to overturn it, but it
+was too strong and too heavy for her. At last she thought of a way.
+
+She dropped a great many little pebbles into the Pitcher, until she had
+raised the water so that she could reach it.
+
+
+
+
+THE BOYS AND THE FROGS
+
+|A company of Boys were watching some Frogs by the side of a pond, and
+as fast as any of the Frogs lifted their heads the Boys would pelt them
+down again with stones.
+
+“Boys,” said one of the Frogs, “you forget that, though this may be fun
+for you, it is death to us.”
+
+
+
+
+A COUNTRY FELLOW AND THE RIVER
+
+|A stupid Boy was sent to market by his Mother to sell butter and
+cheese. He made a stop by the way at a swift river, and laid himself
+down on the bank to watch until it should run out.
+
+About midnight, home he went to his Mother, with all his market goods
+back again.
+
+“Why, how now, my Son?” said she. “What have we here?”
+
+“Why, Mother, yonder is a river that has been running all this day,
+and I stayed till just now, waiting for it to run out; and there it is,
+running still.”
+
+“My Son,” said the good woman, “thy head and mine will be laid in the
+grave many a day before this river has all run by. You will never sell
+your butter and cheese if you wait for that.”
+
+
+
+
+PUSS IN BOOTS
+
+
+I. PUSS GOES A-HUNTING
+
+|There was once an old miller, and when he died he left nothing to his
+three sons except his mill, an ass, and a cat. The eldest son took the
+mill, the second son took the ass, and so the cat fell to the youngest.
+This poor fellow looked very sober, and said:--
+
+“What am I to do? My brothers can take care of themselves with a mill
+and an ass. But I can only eat the cat and sell his skin. Then what will
+be left? I shall die of hunger.” The cat heard these words and looked up
+at his master.
+
+“Do not be troubled,” he said. “Give me a bag and get me a pair of
+boots, and I will soon show you what I can do.”
+
+The young man did not see what the cat could do, but he knew he could do
+many strange things. He had seen him hang stiff by his hind legs as if
+he were dead. He had seen him hide himself in the meal tub. Oh, the cat
+was a wise one! Besides, what else was there for the young man to do?
+
+So he got a bag and a pair of boots for the cat. Puss drew on the boots
+and hung the bag about his neck. Then he took hold of the two strings of
+the bag with his fore paws and set off for a place where there were some
+rabbits.
+
+He filled his bag with bran and left the mouth of the bag open. Then
+he lay down, shut his eyes, and seemed to be sound asleep. Soon a young
+rabbit smelled the bran and saw the open bag. He went headlong into it,
+and at once the cat drew the strings and caught the rabbit.
+
+Puss now went to the palace, and asked to speak to the king. So he was
+brought before the king. He made a low bow and said:--
+
+“Sire, this is a rabbit which my master bade me bring to you.”
+
+“And who is your master?”
+
+“He is the Marquis of Carabas,” said the cat. This was a title which
+Puss took it into his head to give to his master.
+
+“Tell your master that I accept his gift,” said the king, and Puss
+went off in his boots. In a few days he hid himself with his bag in a
+cornfield. This time he caught two partridges, and carried them to the
+king. The king sent his thanks to the Marquis of Carabas, and made a
+present to Puss.
+
+So things went on for some time. Every week Puss brought some game to
+the king, and the king began to think the Marquis of Carabas a famous
+hunter. Now it chanced that the king and his daughter were about to take
+a drive along the banks of a river. Puss heard of it and went to his
+master.
+
+“Master,” said he, “do just as I tell you, and your fortune will be
+made. You need only go and bathe in the river, and leave the rest to
+me.”
+
+“Very well,” said his master. He did as the cat told him, but he did
+not know what it all meant. While he was in the river, the king and the
+princess drove by. Puss jumped out of the bushes and began to bawl:--
+
+“Help! help! the Marquis of Carabas is drowning! save him!” The king
+heard and looked out of his carriage. There he saw the cat that had
+brought him so much game, and he bade his men run to help the Marquis.
+When he was out of the river, Puss came forward, and told what had
+happened.
+
+[Illustration: 0037]
+
+“My master was bathing, and some robbers came and stole his clothes.
+I ran after them and cried, ‘Stop, thief!’ but they got away. Then my
+master was carried beyond his depth, and would have drowned, if you had
+not come by with your men.”
+
+At this the king bade one of his servants ride back and bring a fine
+suit of clothes for the Marquis, and they all waited. So, at last, the
+Marquis of Carabas came up to the carriage, dressed much more finely
+than he ever had been in his life. He was a handsome fellow, and he
+looked so well that the king at once bade him enter the carriage.
+
+
+II. PUSS AND THE LION
+
+Puss now had things quite to his mind. He ran on before, and came to a
+meadow, where some men were mowing grass. He stopped before them, and
+said:--
+
+“The king is coming this way. You must tell him that this field belongs
+to the Marquis of Carabas, or you shall all be chopped as fine as
+mince-meat.”
+
+“When the carriage came by, the king put his head out, and said to the
+men:--
+
+“This is good grass land. Who owns it?”
+
+“The Marquis of Carabas,” they all said, for Puss had thrown them into a
+great fright.
+
+“You have a fine estate, Marquis,” said the king.
+
+“Yes, Sire,” he replied, tossing his head; “it pays me well.” Puss still
+ran before the carriage, and came soon to some reapers.
+
+“Tell the king,” he cried, “that all this grain belongs to the Marquis
+of Carabas, or you shall all be chopped as fine as mince-meat.” The
+king now came by, and asked the reapers who owned the grain they were
+cutting.
+
+[Illustration: 0039]
+
+“The Marquis of Carabas,” they said. So it Went on. Puss bade the men in
+the fields call the Marquis of Carabas their lord, or it would go hard
+with them. The king was amazed. The Marquis took it all with a grand
+air. It was easy to see that he was a very rich and great man. The
+princess sat in the corner of the carriage, and thought the Marquis no
+mean fellow.
+
+At last they drew near the castle of the one who really owned all the
+fields they had passed through. Puss asked about him, and found he was a
+monster who made every one about him very much afraid. Puss sent in word
+that he should like to pay his respects, and the monster bade him come
+in.
+
+“I have been told,” said Puss, “that you can change yourself into any
+kind of animal. They say you can even make yourself a lion.”
+
+“To be sure I can,” said the monster. “Do you not believe it? Look, and
+you shall see me become a lion at once.” When Puss saw a lion before
+him he was in a great fright, and got as far away as he could. There he
+stayed till the lion became a monster again.
+
+“That was dreadful!” said Puss. “I was nearly dead with fear. But it
+must be much harder to make yourself small. They do say that you can
+turn into a mouse, but I do not believe it.”
+
+“Not believe it!” cried the monster. “You shall see!” So he made himself
+at once into a mouse, and began running over the floor. In a twinkling
+Puss pounced upon him and gave him one shake. That was the end of the
+monster.
+
+By this time the king had reached the gates of the castle, and thought
+he would like to see so fine a place. Puss heard the wheels, and ran
+down just as the king drove up to the door.
+
+“Welcome!” he said, as he stood on the steps of the castle. “Welcome to
+the castle of the Marquis of Carabas!”
+
+“What! my lord Marquis,” said the king, “does this castle, too, belong
+to you? I never saw anything so fine. I should really like to enter.”
+
+“Your majesty is welcome!” said the young man, bowing low, taking off
+the cap which the king had given him. Then he gave his hand to the
+princess, and they went up the steps. Puss danced before them in his
+boots.
+
+They came into a great hall, and there they found a feast spread. The
+monster had asked some friends to dine with him that day, but the news
+went about that the king was at the castle, and so they dared not go.
+
+The king was amazed at all he saw, and the princess went behind him,
+just as much pleased. The Marquis of Carabas said little. He held his
+head high and played with his sword.
+
+When dinner was over, the king took the Marquis one side, and said:--
+
+“You have only to say the word, my lord Marquis, and you shall be the
+son-in-law of your king.”
+
+So the Marquis married the princess, and Puss in Boots became a great
+lord, and hunted mice for mere sport, just when he pleased.
+
+
+
+
+THE FARMER’S SONS
+
+|A farmer’s Sons once fell out. The Farmer tried to make peace between
+them, but he could not. Then he bade them bring him some sticks. These
+he tied together into a bundle, and gave the bundle to each of his Sons
+in turn, and told him to break it. Each Son tried, but could not.
+
+Then he untied the bundle and gave them each one stick to break. This
+they did easily, and he said: “So is it with you, my Sons. If you
+are all of the same mind, your enemies can do you no harm. But if you
+quarrel, they will easily get the better of you.”
+
+
+
+
+THE LION AND THE BEAR
+
+|A Lion and a Bear chanced to fall upon a Fawn at the same time, and
+they began to fight for it. They fought so fiercely that at last they
+fell down, entirely worn out and almost dead.
+
+A Fox, passing that way, saw them stretched out, and the Fawn dead
+between them. He stole in slyly, seized the Fawn, and ran away with it
+for his own dinner. When they saw this, they could not stir, but they
+cried out:--
+
+“How foolish we were to take all this trouble for the Fox!”
+
+
+
+
+THE LION AND THE MOUSE
+
+[Illustration: 0043]
+
+|As a Lion lay asleep, a Mouse ran into his mouth. The Lion shut his
+teeth together and would have eaten him up, but the Mouse begged hard to
+be let out, saying:--
+
+“If you will let me go, I will repay you some day.”
+
+The Lion smiled, but let the Mouse out. Not long after, the Mouse had a
+chance to repay him. The Lion was caught by some hunters, and bound with
+ropes to a tree. The Mouse heard him roar and groan, and ran and gnawed
+the ropes, so that the Lion got free.
+
+Then the Mouse said:--
+
+“You laughed at me once, Lion, as if you could get nothing in return for
+your kindness to me. But now it is you who owe your life to me.”
+
+
+
+
+THE ELVES AND THE SHOEMAKER
+
+|There was once a Shoemaker who worked very hard and was honest. Still,
+he could not earn enough to live on. At last, all he had in the world
+was gone except just leather enough to make one pair of shoes. He cut
+these out at night, and meant to rise early the next morning to make
+them up.
+
+His heart was light in spite of his troubles, for his conscience was
+clear. So he went quietly to bed, left all his cares to God, and fell
+asleep. In the morning he said his prayers and sat down to work, when,
+to his great wonder, there stood the shoes, already made, upon the
+table.
+
+The good man knew not what to say or think. He looked at the work. There
+was not one false stitch in the whole job. All was neat and true.
+
+That same day a customer came in, and the shoes pleased him so well that
+he readily paid a price higher than usual for them. The Shoemaker took
+the money and bought leather enough to make two pairs more. He cut out
+the work in the evening and went to bed early. He wished to be up with
+the sun and get to work.
+
+He was saved all trouble, for when he got up in the morning, the work
+was done. Pretty soon buyers came in, who paid him well for his goods.
+So he bought leather enough for four pairs more.
+
+He cut out the work again over night, and found it finished in the
+morning as before. So it went on for some time. What was got ready at
+night was always done by daybreak, and the good man soon was well to do.
+
+One evening, at Christmas time, he and his wife sat over the fire,
+chatting, and he said:--
+
+“I should like to sit up and watch to-night, that we may see who it is
+that comes and does my work for me.” So they left the light burning, and
+hid themselves behind a curtain to see what would happen.
+
+As soon as it was midnight, there came two little Elves. They sat upon
+the Shoemaker’s bench, took up all the work that was cut out, and began
+to ply their little fingers. They stitched and rapped and tapped at such
+a rate that the Shoemaker was amazed, and could not take his eyes off
+them for a moment.
+
+On they went till the job was done, and the shoes stood, ready for use,
+upon the table. This was long before daybreak. Then they ran away as
+quick as lightning. The next day the wife said to the Shoemaker:--
+
+“These little Elves have made us rich, and we ought to be thankful to
+them and do them some good in return. I am vexed to see them run about
+as they do. They have nothing upon their backs to keep off the cold.
+I’ll tell you what we must do; I will make each of them a shirt, and a
+coat and waistcoat, and a pair of pantaloons into the bargain. Do you
+make each of them a little pair of shoes.”
+
+The good Shoemaker liked the thought very well. One evening, he and his
+wife had the clothes ready, and laid them on the table instead of the
+work they used to cut out. Then they went and hid behind the curtain to
+watch what the little Elves would do.
+
+At midnight the Elves came in and were going to sit down at their work
+as usual. But when they saw the clothes lying there for them, they
+laughed and were in high glee.
+
+[Illustration: 0047]
+
+They dressed themselves in the twinkling of an eye, and danced and
+capered and sprang about as merry as could be, till at last they danced
+out of the door, and over the green.
+
+The Shoemaker saw them no more, but everything went well with him as
+long as he lived.
+
+[Illustration: 0006]
+
+
+
+
+THE STAG AND THE LION
+
+|A thirsty Stag came to a spring to drink. As he drank, he looked into
+the water and saw himself. He was very proud of his horns, when he saw
+how big they were and what branches they had. But he looked at his feet,
+and took it hard that they should be so thin and weak.
+
+Now, while he was thinking about these things, a Lion sprang out and
+began to chase him. The Stag turned and ran. As he was very fleet, he
+outran the Lion so long as they were on the open plain. But when they
+came to a piece of woods, the Stag’s horns became caught in the branches
+of the trees. He could not run, and the Lion caught up with him.
+
+As the Lion fell upon him with his claws, the Stag cried oat:--
+
+“What a wretch am I! I was made safe by the very parts I scorned, and
+have come to my end by the parts I gloried in!”
+
+
+
+
+THE STAR-GAZER
+
+|A certain wise man was wont to go out every evening and gaze at the
+stars. Once his walk took him outside of the town, and as he was looking
+earnestly into the sky, he fell into a ditch.
+
+He was in a sad plight, and set up a cry. A man who was passing by heard
+him, and stopped to see what was the matter.
+
+“Ah, sir,” said he, “when you are trying to make out what is in the sky,
+you do not see what is on the earth.”
+
+
+
+
+THE FOX AND THE LION
+
+[Illustration: 0049]
+
+A Fox who had never seen a Lion happened one day to meet one. When he
+saw him, he was so afraid that he almost died. When he met him a second
+time, he was afraid, to be sure, but not as at first. The third time he
+saw him, the Fox was so bold that he went up to the Lion and spoke to
+him.
+
+This fable teaches that, when we get used to fearful things, they do not
+frighten us so much as at first.
+
+
+
+
+THE FARMER AND THE STORK
+
+[Illustration: 0050]
+
+|A Farmer set a net in his field to catch the Cranes that were eating
+his grain. He caught the Cranes, and with them a Stork also. The Stork
+was lame, and begged the Farmer to let him go.
+
+“I am not a Crane,” he said. “I am a Stork. I am a very good bird, and
+take care of my father and mother. Look at the color of my skin; it is
+not the same as the Crane’s.”
+
+But the Farmer said: “I do not know how that is. I caught you with the
+Cranes, and with the Cranes you must die.”
+
+It is well to keep out of the way of wicked people, lest we fall into
+the trap with them.
+
+
+
+
+THE DOG AND THE WOLF
+
+|A Dog was lying asleep in front of a stable. A Wolf suddenly came
+upon him, and was about to eat him, but the Dog begged for his life,
+saying:--
+
+“I am lean and tough now; but wait a little, for my master is going to
+give a feast, and then I shall have plenty to eat; I shall grow fat, and
+make a better meal for you.”
+
+So the Wolf agreed, and went away. By and by he came back, and found the
+Dog asleep on the house-top. He called to him to come down now and do as
+he had agreed. But the Dog answered:--
+
+“Good Wolf, if you ever catch me again asleep in front of the stable,
+you had better not wait for the feast to come off.”
+
+This fable teaches that wise men, when they escape danger, take care
+afterwards not to run the same risk.
+
+
+
+
+THE FOX IN THE WELL
+
+|An unlucky Fox fell into a well, and cried out for help. A Wolf heard
+him, and looked down to see what the matter was.
+
+“Ah!” said the Fox, “pray lend a hand, friend, and get me out of this.”
+
+[Illustration: 0052]
+
+“Poor creature,” said the Wolf, “how did this come about? How long have
+you been here? You must be very cold.”
+
+“Come, come,” says the Fox, “this is no time for pitying and asking
+questions; get me out of the well first, and I will tell you all about
+it afterwards.”
+
+
+
+
+THE TWO PACKS
+
+|Every man carries two Packs, one in front, the other behind, and each
+is full of faults. But the one in front holds other people’s faults,
+the one behind holds his own. And so it is that men do not see their own
+faults at all, but see very clearly the faults of others.
+
+
+
+
+THE DOG AND HIS IMAGE
+
+[Illustration: 0053]
+
+|A Dog, with a bit of meat in his mouth, was crossing a river. Looking
+down he saw his image in the water, and thought it was another dog, with
+a bigger piece. So he dropped what he had, and jumped into the water
+after the other piece. Thus he lost both pieces: the one he really had,
+which he dropped; and the other he wanted, which was no piece at all.
+
+This is a good fable for greedy people.
+
+
+
+
+THE FOX AND THE STORK
+
+[Illustration: 0054]
+
+|The Fox invited the Stork to sup with him, and placed a shallow dish on
+the table. The Stork, with her long bill, could get nothing out of the
+dish, while the Fox could lap up the food with his tongue; and so the
+Fox laughed at the Stork.
+
+The Stork, in her turn, asked the Fox to dine with her. She placed the
+food in a long-necked jar, from which she could easily feed with her
+bill, while the Fox could get nothing. That was tit for tat.
+
+
+
+
+THE SPENDTHRIFT AND THE SWALLOW
+
+|A wild young fellow, who had spent all his father’s money, and had only
+a cloak left upon his back, when he saw a Swallow flying about before
+it was time said: “Ah, summer has come! I shall not need my cloak any
+longer; so I will sell it.” But afterwards a storm came, and, when it
+was past, he saw the poor Swallow dead on the ground. “Ah, my friend!”
+ said he, “you are lost yourself, and you have ruined me.”
+
+One Swallow does not make a summer.
+
+
+
+
+JACK AND THE BEAN-STALK
+
+
+I. THE BEANS ARE PLANTED
+
+|In the days of King Alfred a poor woman lived in a country village in
+England. She had an only son, Jack, who was a good-natured, idle boy.
+She was too easy with him. She never set him at work, and soon there was
+nothing left them but their cow. Then the mother began to weep and to
+think that she had brought up her boy very ill.
+
+“Cruel boy!” she said. “You have at last made me a beggar. I have not
+money enough to buy a bit of bread. We cannot starve. We must sell the
+cow, and then what shall we do?”
+
+At first Jack felt very badly and wished he had done better. But soon
+he began to think what fun it would be to sell the cow. He begged his
+mother to let him go with the cow to the nearest village. She was not
+very willing. She did not believe Jack knew enough to sell a cow, but at
+last she gave him leave.
+
+Off went Jack with the cow. He had not gone far when he met a Butcher.
+
+“Where are you going with your cow?” asked the Butcher.
+
+“I am going to sell it,” said Jack. The Butcher held his hat in his hand
+and shook it. Jack looked into the hat and saw some odd-looking beans.
+The Butcher saw him eye them. He knew how silly Jack was, so he said to
+him:--
+
+“Well, if you wish to sell your cow, sell her to me. I will give you all
+these beans for her.”
+
+Jack thought this a fine bargain. He gave the Butcher the cow and took
+the beans. He ran all the way home and could hardly wait to reach the
+house. He called out to his mother to see what he had got for the cow.
+
+When the poor woman saw only a few beans, she burst into tears. She was
+so vexed that she threw the beans out of the window. She did not even
+cook them for supper. They had nothing else to eat, and they went to bed
+hungry.
+
+Jack awoke early the next morning and thought it very dark. He went
+to the window and could hardly see out of it, for it was covered with
+something green. He ran downstairs and into the garden. There he saw a
+strange sight.
+
+The beans had taken root and shot up toward the clouds. The stalks were
+as thick as trees, and were wound about each other. It was like a green
+ladder, and Jack at once wished to climb to the top.
+
+He ran in to tell his mother, but she begged him not to climb the
+bean-stalk. She did not know what would happen. She was afraid to have
+him go. Who ever saw such bean-stalks before?
+
+But Jack had set his heart on climbing, and he told his mother not to
+be afraid. He would soon see what it all meant. So up he climbed. He
+climbed for hours. He went higher and higher, and at last, quite tired
+out, he reached the top.
+
+
+II. JACK CAPTURES A HEN
+
+|Then he looked about him. It was all new. He had never seen such a
+place before. There was not a tree or plant; there was no house or shed.
+Some stones lay here and there, and there were little piles of earth. He
+could not see a living person.
+
+Jack sat down on one of the stones. He wished he were at home again. He
+thought of his mother. He was hungry, and he did not know where to get
+anything to eat. He walked and walked, and hoped he might see a house.
+
+He saw no house, but at last he saw a lady walking alone. He ran toward
+her, and when he came near, he pulled off his cap and made a bow. She
+was a beautiful lady, and she carried in her hand a stick. A peacock of
+fine gold sat on top of the stick.
+
+The lady smiled and asked Jack how he came there. He told her all about
+the bean-stalk. Then she said:--
+
+“Do you remember your father?”
+
+“No,” said Jack. “I do not know what became of him. When I speak of him
+to my mother, she cries, but she tells me nothing.”
+
+“She dare not,” said the lady, “but I will tell you. I am a fairy. I was
+set to take care of your father, but one day I was careless. So I lost
+my power for a few years, and just when your father needed me most I
+could not help him, and he died.”
+
+Jack saw that she was very sorry as she told this story, but he begged
+her to go on.
+
+“I will,” she said, “and you may now help your mother. But you must do
+just as I tell you.”
+
+Jack promised.
+
+“Your father was a good, kind man. He had a good wife, he had money,
+and he had friends. But he had one false friend. This was a Giant. Your
+father had once helped this Giant, but the Giant was cruel. He killed
+your father and took all his money. And he told your mother she must
+never tell you about your father. If she did, then the Giant would kill
+her and kill you too.
+
+“You were a little child then, and your mother carried you away in her
+arms. I could not help her at the time, but my power came back to me
+yesterday. So I made you go off with the cow, and I made you take the
+beans, and I made you climb the bean-stalk.
+
+“This is the land where the Giant lives. You must find him and rid the
+world of him. All that he has is yours, for he took it from your father.
+Now go. You must keep on this road till you see a great house. The Giant
+lives there. I cannot tell you what you must do next, but I will help
+you when the time comes. But you must not tell your mother anything.”
+
+The fairy disappeared and Jack set out. He walked all day, and when the
+sun set, he came to the Giant’s house. He went up to it and saw a plain
+woman by the door. This was the Giant’s wife. Jack spoke to her and
+asked her if she would give him something to eat and a place where he
+could sleep.
+
+“What!” she said. “Do you not know? My husband is a Giant. He is away
+now, but he will be back soon. Sometimes he walks fifty miles in a day
+to see if he can find a man or a boy. He eats people. He will eat you if
+he finds you here.”
+
+Jack was in great fear, but he would not give up. He asked the Giant’s
+wife to hide him somewhere in the house. She was a kind woman, so she
+led him in. They went through a great hall, and then through some large
+rooms. They came to a dark passage, and went through it. There was a
+little light, and Jack could see bars of iron at the side. Behind the
+bars were wretched people. They were the prisoners of the Giant.
+
+Poor Jack thought of his mother and wished himself at home again. He
+began to think the Giant’s wife was as bad as the Giant, and had brought
+him in to shut him up here. Then he thought of his father and marched
+boldly on.
+
+They came to a room where a table was set. Jack sat down and began to
+eat. He was very hungry and soon forgot his fears. But while he was
+eating, there came a loud knock at the outside door. It was so loud that
+the whole house shook. The Giant’s wife turned pale.
+
+“What shall I do?” she cried. “It is the Giant. He will kill you and
+kill me too! What shall I do?”
+
+“Hide me in the oven,” said Jack. There was no fire under it, and Jack
+lay in the oven and looked out. The Giant came in and scolded his wife,
+and then he sat down and ate and drank for a long time. Jack thought
+he never would finish. At last the Giant leaned back in his chair and
+called out in a loud voice:--
+
+“Bring me my hen!”
+
+His wife brought a beautiful hen and placed it on the table.
+
+“Lay!” roared the Giant, and the hen laid an egg of solid gold.
+
+“Lay another!” And the hen laid another. So it went on. Each time the
+hen laid a larger egg than before. The Giant played with the hen for
+some time. Then he sent his wife to bed, but he sat in his chair. Soon
+he fell asleep, and then Jack crept out of the oven and seized the hen.
+He ran out of the house and down the road. He kept on till he came to
+the bean-stalk, and climbed down to his old home.
+
+
+III. THE GIANT’S MONEY-BAGS
+
+|Jack’s mother was very glad to see him. She was afraid that he had come
+to some ill end. “Not a bit of it, mother,” said he. “Look here!” and he
+showed her the hen. “Lay!” he said to the hen, and the hen laid an egg
+of gold.
+
+Jack and his mother now had all they needed, for they had only to tell
+the hen to lay, and she laid her golden egg. They sold the egg and had
+money enough. But Jack kept thinking of his father, and he longed to
+make another trial. He had told his mother about the Giant and his wife,
+but he had said nothing about the fairy and his father.
+
+His mother begged Jack not to climb the beanstalk again. She said the
+Giant’s wife would be sure to know him, and he never would come back
+alive. Jack said nothing, but he put on some other clothes and stained
+his face and hands another color. Then, one morning, he rose early and
+climbed the bean-stalk a second time.
+
+He went straight to the Giant’s house. The Giant’s wife was again at the
+door, but she did not know him. He begged for food and a place to sleep.
+She told him about the Giant, and then she said:--
+
+“There was once a boy who came just as you have come. I let him in, and
+he stole the Giant’s hen and ran away. Ever since the Giant has been
+very cruel to me. No, I cannot let you come in.”
+
+But Jack begged so hard that at last she let him in. She led him
+through the house, and he saw just what he had seen before. She gave him
+something to eat, and then she hid him in a closet. The Giant came along
+in his heavy boots. He was so big, that the house shook. He sat by the
+fire for a time. Then he looked about and said:--
+
+“Wife, I smell fresh meat.”
+
+“Yes,” she said. “The crows have been flying about. They left some raw
+meat on top of the house.”
+
+Then she made haste and got some supper for the giant.
+
+He was very cross. So it went on as before. The Giant ate and
+drank. Then he called to his wife:--
+
+“Bring me something. I want to be amused. You let that rascal steal my
+hen. Bring me something.”
+
+“What shall I bring?” she asked meekly.
+
+“Bring me my money-bags; they are as heavy as anything.” So she tugged
+two great bags to the table. One was full of silver and one was full
+of gold. The Giant sent his wife to bed. Then he untied the strings,
+emptied his bags, and counted his money. Jack watched him, and said to
+himself:--
+
+“That is my father’s money.”
+
+By and by the Giant was tired. He put the money back into the bags
+and tied the strings. Then he went to sleep. He had a dog to watch his
+money, but Jack did not see the dog. So when the Giant was sound asleep,
+Jack came out of the closet and laid hold of the bags.
+
+At this the dog barked, and Jack thought his end had come. But the Giant
+did not wake, and Jack just then saw a bit of meat. He gave it to the
+dog, and while the dog was eating it, Jack took the two bags and was
+off.
+
+
+IV. THE HARP
+
+|It was two whole days before he could reach the bean-stalk, for the
+bags were very heavy. Then he climbed down with them. But when he came
+to his house the door was locked. No one was inside, and he knew not
+what to do.
+
+After a while he found an old woman who showed him where his mother was.
+She was very sick in another house. The poor thing had been made ill by
+Jack’s going away. Now that he had come back, she began to get well, and
+soon she was in her own house again.
+
+Jack said no more about the Giant and the bean-stalk. For three years he
+lived with his mother. They had money enough, and all seemed well. But
+Jack could not forget his father. He sat all day before the bean-stalk.
+His mother tried hard to amuse him, and she tried to find out what he
+was thinking about. He did not tell her, for he knew all would then go
+wrong.
+
+At last he could bear it no longer. He had changed in looks now, and he
+changed himself still more. Then, one bright summer morning, very early
+in the day, he climbed the bean-stalk once more. The Giant’s wife did
+not know him when he came to the door of the house. He had hard work to
+make her let him in.
+
+This time he was hidden in the copper boiler.
+
+The Giant again came home, and was in a great rage.
+
+“I smell fresh meat!” he cried. His wife could do nothing with him, and
+he began to go about the room. He looked into the oven, and into the
+closet, and then he came to the great boiler. Jack felt his heart stop.
+He thought now his end had come, surely. But the Giant did not lift the
+lid. He sat down by the fire and had his supper.
+
+When supper was over, the Giant told his wife to bring his harp. Jack
+peeped out of the copper and saw a most beautiful harp. The Giant placed
+it on the table, and said:--
+
+“Play!”
+
+Jack never heard such music as the harp played. No hands touched it. It
+played all by itself. He thought he would rather have this harp than the
+hen or all the money. By and by the harp played the Giant to sleep. Then
+Jack crept out and seized the harp. He was running off with it, when
+some one called loudly:--
+
+“Master! Master!”
+
+It was the harp, but Jack would not let it go. The Giant started up, and
+saw Jack with the harp running down the road.
+
+“Stop, you rascal!” he shouted. “You stole my hen and my money-bags.
+Do you steal my harp? I’ll catch you, and I’ll break every bone in your
+body!”
+
+[Illustration: 0070]
+
+“Catch me if you can!” said Jack. He knew he could run faster than the
+Giant. Off they went, Jack and the harp, and the Giant after them. Jack
+came to the bean-stalk. The harp was all the while playing music, but
+now Jack said:--
+
+“Stop!” and the harp stopped playing. He hurried down the bean-stalk
+with the harp. There sat his mother, by the cottage, weeping.
+
+“Do not cry, mother,” he said. “Quick, bring me a hatchet! Make haste!”
+ He knew there was not a minute to spare. The Giant was already coming
+down. He was half-way down when Jack took his hatchet and cut the
+beanstalk down, close to its roots. Over fell the bean-stalk, and down
+came the Giant upon the ground. He was killed on the spot.
+
+[Illustration: 0067]
+
+In a moment the fairy was seen. She told Jack’s mother everything, and
+how brave he had been. And that was the end. The beanstalk never grew
+again.
+
+
+
+
+THE FROG AND THE OX
+
+|An Ox, grazing in a swampy meadow, set his foot among a number of young
+Frogs, and crushed nearly all to death. One that escaped ran off to his
+mother with the dreadful news.
+
+“Oh, mother,” said he, “it was a beast--such A big, four-footed beast,
+that did it!”
+
+[Illustration: 0072]
+
+“Big?” said the old Frog. “How big? Was it as big as this?” and she
+puffed herself out. “Oh, a great deal bigger than that.”
+
+“Well, was it so big?” and she swelled herself out more.
+
+“Indeed, mother, it was; and if you were to burst yourself, you would
+never reach half its size.” The old Frog made one more trial, determined
+to be as big as the Ox, and burst herself indeed.
+
+
+
+
+THE MILLER, HIS SON, AND THEIR ASS
+
+|A Miller and his Son were driving their Ass to the fair to sell him.
+They had not gone far, when they met a troop of girls, returning from
+the town, talking and laughing.
+
+“Look there!” cried one of them. “Did you ever see such fools, to be
+trudging along on foot, when they might be riding?” The Miller, when he
+heard this, bade his Son get up on the Ass, and walked along merrily by
+his side. Soon they came to a group of old men talking gravely.
+
+“There!” said one of them; “that proves what I was saying. What respect
+is shown to old age in these days? Do you see that idle young rogue
+riding, while his father has to walk? Get down, lazy boy, and let the
+old man get on!”
+
+The Son got down from the Ass, and the Miller took his place. They had
+not gone far when they met a company of women and children.
+
+“Why, you lazy old fellow!” cried several at once. “How can you ride
+upon the beast, when that poor little lad can hardly keep up with you?”
+
+So the good-natured Miller took his Son up behind him. They had now
+almost reached the town.
+
+“Pray, my friend,” said a townsman, “is that Ass your own?”
+
+“Yes,” said the Miller.
+
+“I should not have thought so,” said the other, “by the way you load
+him. Why, you two are better able to carry the poor beast than he to
+carry you.”
+
+“Anything to please you,” said the Miller. So he and his Son got down
+from the Ass. They tied his legs together, and, taking a stout pole,
+tried to carry him on their shoulders over a bridge that led to the
+town.
+
+This was so odd a sight that crowds of people ran out to see it, and to
+laugh at it. The Ass, not liking to be tied, kicked the cords away, and
+tumbled off the pole into the water. At this the Miller and his Son hung
+down their heads. They made their way home again, having learned that
+by trying to please everybody, they had pleased nobody, and lost the Ass
+into the bargain.
+
+
+
+
+CINDERELLA, OR THE GLASS SLIPPER
+
+
+I. CINDERELLA IN THE KITCHEN
+
+|Once upon a time there lived a man and his wife and one beautiful
+daughter. The wife fell sick and died, and some time after the father
+married again, for he needed some one to take care of his child. The new
+wife appeared very well before the wedding, but afterward she showed
+a bad temper. She had two children of her own, and they were proud and
+unkind like their mother. They could not bear their gentle sister, and
+they made her do all the hard work.
+
+She washed the dishes, and scrubbed the stairs. She swept the floor in
+my lady’s chamber, and took care of the rooms of the two pert misses.
+They slept on soft beds in fine rooms, and had tall looking-glasses,
+so that they could admire themselves from top to toe. She lay on an old
+straw sack in the garret.
+
+She bore all this without complaint. She did her work, and then sat in
+the corner among the ashes and cinders. So her two sisters gave her the
+name of Cinderella or the cinder-maid. But Cinderella was really much
+more beautiful than they; and she surely was more sweet and gentle.
+
+Now the king’s son gave a ball, and he invited all the rich and the
+grand. Cinderella’s two sisters were fine ladies; they were to go to
+the ball. Perhaps they would even dance with the prince. So they had new
+gowns made, and they looked over all their finery.
+
+Here was fresh work for poor Cinderella. She must starch their ruffles
+and iron their linen. All day long they talked of nothing but their fine
+clothes.
+
+“I shall wear my red velvet dress,” said the elder, “and trim it with my
+point lace.”
+
+“And I,” said the younger sister, “shall wear a silk gown, but I shall
+wear over it a gold brocade, and I shall put on my diamonds. You have
+nothing so fine.”
+
+Then they began to quarrel over their clothes, and Cinderella tried
+to make peace between them. She helped them about their dresses, and
+offered to arrange their hair on the night of the ball.
+
+While she was thus busy, the sisters said to her:--
+
+“And pray, Cinderella, would you like to go to the ball?”
+
+“Nay,” said the poor girl; “you are mocking me. It is not for such as I
+to go to balls.”
+
+“True enough,” they said. “Folks would laugh to see a cinder-maid at a
+court ball.”
+
+Any one else would have dressed their hair ill to spite them for their
+rudeness. But Cinderella was good-natured, and only took more pains to
+make them look well.
+
+The two sisters scarcely ate a morsel for two days before the ball. They
+wished to look thin and graceful. They lost their tempers over and over,
+and they spent most of the time before their tall glasses. There they
+turned and turned to see how they looked behind, and how their long
+trains hung.
+
+At last the evening came, and off they set in a coach. Cinderella
+watched them till they were out of sight, and then she sat down by the
+kitchen fire and began to weep.
+
+All at once her fairy godmother appeared, with her wand.
+
+“What are you crying for, my little maid?”
+
+“I wish--I wish,” began the poor girl, but her voice was choked with
+tears.
+
+“You wish that you could go to the ball?”
+
+Cinderella nodded.
+
+“Well, then, if you will be a good girl, you shall go. Run quick and
+fetch me a pumpkin from the garden.”
+
+Cinderella flew to the garden and brought back the finest pumpkin she
+could find. She could not guess what use it would be, but the fairy
+scooped it hollow, and then touched it with her wand. The pumpkin became
+at once a splendid gilt coach.
+
+“Now fetch me the mouse-trap from the pantry.”
+
+In the mouse-trap were six sleek mice. The fairy opened the door, and as
+they ran out she touched each with her wand, and it became a gray horse.
+But what was she to do for a coachman?
+
+“We might look for a rat in the rat-trap,” said Cinderella.
+
+“That is a good thought. Run and bring the rat-trap, my dear.”
+
+Back came Cinderella with the trap. In it were three large rats. The
+fairy chose one that had long black whiskers, and she made him the
+coachman.
+
+“Now go into the garden and bring me six lizards. You will find them
+behind the water-pot.”
+
+These were no sooner brought than, lo! with a touch of the wand they
+were turned into six footmen, who jumped up behind the coach, as if they
+had done nothing else all their days. Then the fairy said:--
+
+“Here is your coach and six, Cinderella; your coachman and your footmen.
+Now you can go to the ball.”
+
+“What! in these clothes?” and Cinderella looked down at her ragged
+frock. The fairy laughed, and just touched her with the wand. In a
+twinkling, her shabby clothes were changed to a dress of gold and silver
+lace, and on her bare feet were silk stockings and a pair of glass
+slippers, the prettiest ever seen.
+
+[Illustration: 0079]
+
+“Now go to the ball, Cinderella; but remember, if you stay one moment
+after midnight, your coach will instantly become a pumpkin, your horses
+will be mice, your coachman a rat, and your footmen lizards. And you?
+You will be once more only a cinder-maid in a ragged frock and with bare
+feet.”
+
+
+II. CINDERELLA IN THE PALACE
+
+|Cinderella promised and drove away in high glee. She dashed up to the
+palace, and her coach was so fine that the king’s son came down the
+steps of the palace to hand out this unknown princess. He led her to the
+hall where all the guests were dancing.
+
+The moment she appeared all voices were hushed, the music stopped, and
+the dancers stood still. Such a beautiful princess had never been seen!
+Even the king, old as he was, turned to the queen and said:--
+
+“She is the most beautiful being I ever saw--since I first saw you!”
+
+As for the ladies of the court, they were all busy looking at
+Cinderella’s clothes. They meant to get some just like them the very
+next day, if possible.
+
+The prince led Cinderella to the place of highest rank, and asked her
+hand for the next dance. She danced with so much grace that he admired
+her more and more. Supper was brought in, but the prince could not keep
+his eyes off the beautiful stranger. Cinderella went and sat by her
+sisters, and shared with them the fruit which the prince gave her. They
+were very proud to have her by them, for they never dreamed who she
+really was.
+
+Cinderella was talking with them, when she heard the clock strike the
+quarter hour before twelve. She went at once to the king and queen, and
+made them a low courtesy and bade them good-night. The queen said there
+was to be another ball the next night, and she must come to that. The
+prince led her down the steps to her coach, and she drove home.
+
+At the house the fairy sat waiting for Cinderella. The maiden began to
+tell all that had happened, and was in the midst of her story, when a
+knock was heard at the door. It was the sisters coming home from the
+ball. The fairy disappeared, and Cinderella went to the door, rubbing
+her eyes, as if she had just waked from a nap. She was once more a poor
+little cinder-maid.
+
+“How late you are!” she said, as she opened the door.
+
+“If you had been to the ball, you would not have thought it late,” said
+her sisters. “There came the most beautiful princess that ever was seen.
+She was very polite to us, and loaded us with oranges and grapes.”
+
+“Who was she?” asked Cinderella.
+
+“Nobody knew her name. The prince would give his eyes to know.”
+
+“Ah! how I should like to see her,” said Cinderella. “Oh, do, my Lady
+Javotte,”--that was the name of the elder sister,--“lend me the yellow
+dress you wear every day, and let me go to the ball and have a peep at
+the beautiful princess.”
+
+“What! lend my yellow gown to a cinder-maid! I am not so silly as that.”
+
+Cinderella was not sorry to have Javotte say no; she would have been
+puzzled to know what to do if her sister had really lent her the dress
+she begged for.
+
+The next night came, and the sisters again went to the court ball. After
+they had gone, the fairy came as before and made Cinderella ready.
+
+“Now remember,” she said, as the coach drove away, “remember twelve
+o’clock.”
+
+Cinderella was even more splendid than on the first night, and the
+king’s son never left her side He said so many pretty things that
+Cinderella could think of nothing else. She forgot the fairy’s warning;
+she forgot her promise. Eleven o’clock came, but she did not notice the
+striking. The half-hour struck, but the prince grew more charming, and
+Cinderella could hear nothing but his voice. The last quarter--but still
+Cinderella sat by the prince.
+
+Then the great clock on the tower struck the first stroke of twelve. Up
+sprang Cinderella, and fled from the room. The prince started to follow
+her, but she was too swift for him; in her flight, one of her glass
+slippers fell from her feet, and he stopped to pick it up.
+
+The last stroke of twelve died away, as Cinderella darted down the
+steps of the palace. In a twinkling the gay lady was gone; only a shabby
+cinder-maid was running down the steps. The splendid coach and six,
+driver and footman,--all were gone; only a pumpkin lay on the ground,
+and a rat, six mice, and six lizards scampered off.
+
+Cinderella reached home, quite out of breath. She had saved nothing of
+all her finery but one little glass slipper. The prince had its mate,
+but he had lost the princess. He asked the soldiers at the palace gate
+if they had not seen her drive away. No; at that hour only a ragged girl
+had passed out.
+
+Soon the two sisters came home from the ball, and Cinderella asked them
+if they had again seen the beautiful lady. Yes; she had been at the
+ball, but she had left suddenly, and no one knew what had become of
+her. But the prince would surely find her, for he had one of her glass
+slippers.
+
+They spoke truly. A few days afterward, the king’s son sent a messenger
+with a trumpet and the slipper through all the city. The messenger
+sounded his trumpet and shouted that the prince would marry the lady who
+could wear the glass slipper. So the slipper was first tried on by
+all the princesses; then by all the duchesses; next by all the persons
+belonging to the court; but in vain: not one could wear it.
+
+Then it was carried to all the fine houses, and it came at last to the
+two sisters. They tried with all their might to force a foot into the
+fairy slipper, but they could not. Cinderella stood by, and said:--
+
+“Suppose I were to try.” Her two sisters jeered at her, but the
+messenger looked at Cinderella. He saw that she was very fair, and,
+besides, he had orders to try the slipper on the foot of every maiden in
+the kingdom, if need were.
+
+So he bade Cinderella sit down on a three-legged stool in the kitchen.
+She put out her little foot, and the slipper fitted like wax. The
+sisters stood in amaze. Then Cinderella put her hand into her pocket and
+drew forth the other glass slipper, and put it on her other foot.
+
+[Illustration: 0085]
+
+The moment that Cinderella did this, the fairy, who stood by unseen,
+touched her with her wand, and the cinder-maid again became the
+beautiful, gayly dressed lady. The sisters saw that she was the same one
+whom they had seen at the ball. They thought how ill they had treated
+her all these years, and they fell at her feet and asked her to forgive
+them.
+
+Cinderella was as good now as she had been when she was a cinder-maid.
+She freely forgave her sisters, and took them to the palace with her,
+for she was now to be the prince’s wife. And when the old king and queen
+died, the prince and Cinderella became King and Queen.
+
+
+
+
+THE WOLF IN SHEEP’S CLOTHING
+
+[Illustration: 0086]
+
+|A Wolf once dressed himself in the skin of a Sheep, and so got in among
+the flock, where he killed a good many of them. At last the Shepherd
+found him out, and hanged him upon a tree as a warning to other wolves.
+
+Some Shepherds going by saw the wolf, and thought it was a Sheep. They
+wondered why the Shepherd should hang a Sheep. So they asked him, and he
+answered: “I hang a Wolf when I catch him, even though he be dressed in
+a Sheep’s clothes.”
+
+
+
+
+THE ARAB AND HIS CAMEL
+
+|One cold night, as an Arab sat in his tent, a Camel thrust the flap of
+the tent aside, and looked in.
+
+“I pray thee, master,” he said, “let me put my head within the tent, for
+it is cold without.”
+
+“By all means, and welcome,” said the Arab; and the Camel stretched his
+head into the tent.
+
+“If I might but warm my neck, also,” he said, presently.
+
+“Put your neck inside,” said the Arab. Soon the Camel, who had been
+turning his head from side to side, said again:--
+
+“It will take but little more room if I put my fore legs within the
+tent. It is difficult standing without.”
+
+“You may also put your fore legs within,” said the Arab, moving a little
+to make room, for the tent was very small.
+
+“May I not stand wholly within?” asked the Camel, finally. “I keep the
+tent open by standing as I do.”
+
+“Yes, yes,” said the Arab. “I will have pity on you as well as on
+myself. Come wholly inside.”
+
+So the Camel came forward and crowded into the tent. But the tent was
+too small for both.
+
+“I think,” said the Camel, “that there is not room for both of us here.
+It will be best for you to stand outside, as you are the smaller; there
+will then be room enough for me.”
+
+And with that he pushed the Arab a little, who made haste to get outside
+of the tent.
+
+It is a wise rule to resist the beginnings of evil.
+
+
+
+
+TOM THUMB
+
+
+I. TOM IS SOLD FOR A BARGAIN
+
+|A poor woodman once sat by the fire in his cottage, and his wife sat by
+his side, spinning.
+
+“How lonely it is,” said he, “for you and me to sit here by ourselves
+without any children to play about and amuse us.”
+
+“What you say is very true,” said his wife, as she turned her wheel.
+“How happy should I be, if I had but one child. If it were ever so
+small, if it were no bigger than my thumb, I should be very happy and
+love it dearly.”
+
+Now it came to pass that the good woman had her wish, for some time
+afterward she had a little boy who was healthy and strong, but not much
+bigger than her thumb. So they said:--
+
+“Well, we cannot say we have not got what we wished for, and, little
+as he is, we will love him dearly!” and they called him Tom Thumb. They
+gave him plenty to eat, yet he never grew bigger. Still his eyes were
+sharp and sparkling, and he soon showed himself to be a bright little
+fellow, who always knew what he was about.
+
+One day the woodman was getting ready to go into the wood to cut fuel,
+and he said:--
+
+“I wish I had some one to bring the cart after me, for I want to make
+haste.”
+
+“O father,” cried Tom, “I will take care of that. The cart shall be in
+the wood by the time you want it.” The woodman laughed and said:
+
+“How can that be? You cannot reach up to the horse’s bridle.”
+
+“Never mind that, father. If my mother will only harness the horse, I
+will get into his ear, and tell him which way to go.”
+
+“Well,” said the father, “we will try for once.”
+
+When the time came, the mother harnessed the horse to the cart, and put
+Tom into his ear. There the little man sat and told the beast how to go,
+crying out, “Go on,” and “Stop,” as he wanted. So the horse went on just
+as if the woodman were driving it himself.
+
+It happened that the horse fell to trotting too fast, and Tom called
+out, “Gently, gently.” Just then two strangers came up.
+
+“How odd it is,” one of them said. “There is a cart going along, and I
+hear a carter talking to the horse, but I see no one.”
+
+“That is strange,” said the other. “Let us follow the cart and see where
+it goes.” They went on into the wood, and came at last to the place
+where the woodman was. The cart drove up and Tom said:--
+
+“See, father, here I am with the cart, safe and sound. Now, take me
+down.”
+
+So his father took hold of the horse with one hand, and lifted his son
+down with the other. He put him on a little stick, where he was as merry
+as you please. The two strangers looked on and saw it all, and did
+not know what to say for wonder. At last one took the other aside and
+said:--
+
+“That little chap will make our fortune if we can get him, and carry him
+about from town to town as a show. We must buy him.” Then they went
+to the woodman and asked him what he would take for the little man. “He
+will be better off with us than with you,” they said.
+
+“I’ll not sell him at all,” said the father. “My own flesh and blood is
+dearer to me than all the silver and gold in the world.”
+
+But Tom heard what was said, and crept up his father’s coat to his
+shoulder, and spoke in his ear:--
+
+“Take the money, father, and let them have me. I’ll soon come back to
+you.” So the woodman at last agreed to sell Tom Thumb to the strangers
+for a large piece of gold.
+
+“Where do you like to sit?” one of them asked Tom.
+
+“Oh, put me on the rim of your hat; that will be a nice place for me. I
+can walk about there and see the country as we go along.”
+
+They did as he wished. Tom took leave of his father, and went off with
+the two strangers. They kept on their way till it began to grow dark.
+Then Tom said:--
+
+“Let me get down, I am tired.” So the man took off his hat, and set him
+down on a lump of earth in a ploughed field, by the side of the road.
+But Tom ran about among the furrows, and at last slipped into an old
+mouse-hole.
+
+“Good-night, masters. I’m off,” said he.
+
+“Look sharp after me next time.” They ran to the place and poked the
+ends of their sticks into the mouse-hole, but all in vain. Tom crawled
+farther in. They could not get him, and as it was now quite dark they
+went away very cross.
+
+
+II. HOW TOM FRIGHTENED THE THIEVES
+
+|When Tom found they were gone, he crept out of his hiding-place.
+
+“How dangerous it is,” said he, “to walk about in this ploughed field.
+If I were to fall from one of those big lumps I should surely break my
+neck.” At last, he found a large, empty snail-shell.
+
+[Illustration: 0093]
+
+“This is lucky,” said he. “I can sleep here very well,” and in he crept.
+Just as he was falling asleep he heard two men pass by, and one said to
+the other:--
+
+“How shall we manage to steal that rich farmer’s silver and gold?”
+
+“I’ll tell you!” cried Tom.
+
+“What noise was that? I am sure I heard some one speak,” said the thief.
+He was in a great fright. They both stood listening, and Tom spoke up:--
+
+“Take me with you, and I will show you how to get the farmer’s money.”
+
+“But where are you?”
+
+“Look about on the ground, and listen where the sound comes from.”
+
+“What a little chap! What can you do for us?”
+
+“Why, I can get between the iron window bars, and throw you out whatever
+you want.”
+
+“That is a good thought. Come along; we will see what you can do.”
+
+When they came to the farmer’s house, Tom slipped through the bars into
+the room, and then called out as loud as he could:--
+
+“Will you have all that is here?”
+
+“Softly, softly!” said the thieves. “Speak low, or you will wake
+somebody.”
+
+Tom made as if he did not understand them, and bawled out again:--
+
+“How much will you have? Shall I throw it all out?”
+
+Now the cook lay in the next room, and hearing a noise, she raised
+herself in her bed and listened. But the thieves had been thrown into a
+fright and had run away. By and by they plucked up courage, and said:--
+
+“That little fellow is only trying to make fools of us.” So they came
+back and spoke low to him, saying: “Now let us have no more of your
+jokes, but throw out some of the money.” Then Tom called out again as
+loud as he could:--
+
+“Very well! Hold your hands; here it comes.”
+
+The cook heard this plainly; she sprang out of bed, and ran to open the
+door. The thieves were off as if a wolf were after them, and the cook
+could see nothing in the dark. So she went back for a light, and while
+she was gone, Tom slipped off into the barn.
+
+The cook looked about and searched every hole and corner, but found
+nobody; she went back to bed, and thought she must have been dreaming
+with her eyes open. Tom crawled about in the hayloft, and at last found
+a good place to rest in. He meant to sleep till daylight, and then find
+his way home to his father and mother.
+
+
+III. INSIDE A COW
+
+|Poor Tom Thumb! his troubles were only begun. The cook got up early
+to feed the cows. She went straight to the hayloft, and carried away
+a large bundle of hay, with the little man in the middle of it fast
+asleep. He slept on, and did not wake till he found himself in the mouth
+of a cow. She had taken him up with a mouthful of hay.
+
+“Dear me,” said he, “how did I manage to tumble into the mill?” But he
+soon found out where he was, and he had to keep all his wits about him,
+or he would have fallen between the cow’s teeth, and then he would have
+been crushed to death. At last he went down into her stomach.
+
+“It is rather dark here,” said he; “they forgot to build windows in this
+room to let the sun in.” He made the best of his bad luck, but he did
+not like his resting-place at all. The worst of it was, that more and
+more hay was coming down, and there was less and less room to turn round
+in. At last he cried out as loud as he could:--
+
+“Don’t bring me any more hay! don’t bring me any more hay!” The cook
+just then was milking the cow. She heard some one speak, but she saw
+nobody. Yet she was sure it was the same voice she had heard in the
+night. It put her into such a fright that she fell off her stool and
+upset her milk-pail. She ran off as fast as she could to the farmer, and
+said:--
+
+“Sir, sir, the cow is talking.” But the farmer said:--
+
+“Woman, thou art surely mad.” Still, he went with her into the
+cow-house, to see what was the matter. Just as they went in, Tom cried
+out again:--
+
+“Don’t bring me any more hay! don’t bring me any more hay!” Then the
+farmer was in a fright. He was sure the cow must be mad, so he gave
+orders to have her killed at once. The cow was killed, and the stomach
+with Tom in it was thrown into the barnyard.
+
+
+IV. SAFE AT HOME AGAIN
+
+|Tom soon set himself to work to get out, and that was not a very easy
+task. A hungry wolf was prowling about. Just as Tom had made room to get
+his head out the wolf seized the stomach and swallowed it. Off he ran,
+but Tom was not cast down. He began to chat with the wolf, and called
+out:--
+
+“My good friend, I can show you a famous treat.”
+
+“Where is that?”
+
+“In the house near the wood. You can crawl through the drain into the
+kitchen, and there you will find cakes, ham, beef, and everything that
+is nice.” This was the house where Tom Thumb lived. The wolf did not
+need to be asked twice. That very night he went to the house and crawled
+through the drain into the kitchen. There he ate and drank to his
+heart’s content.
+
+After a while he had eaten so much that he was ready to go away. But
+now he could not squeeze through the drain. This was just what Tom had
+thought of, and the little chap set up a great shout.
+
+“Will you be quiet?” said the wolf. “You will wake everybody in the
+house.”
+
+“What is that to me?” said the little man. “You have had your frolic;
+now I have a mind to be merry myself.” And he began again to sing and
+shout as loud as he could.
+
+The woodman and his wife were awakened by the noise, and peeped through
+a crack into the kitchen. When they saw a wolf there, they were in a
+great fright. The woodman ran for his axe, and gave his wife a scythe.
+
+“You stay behind,” said the woodman.
+
+“When I have knocked the wolf on the head, you run at him with the
+scythe.” Tom heard all this, and said:--
+
+“Father! father! I am here. The wolf has swallowed me.”
+
+“Heaven be praised!” said the woodman. “We have found our dear child
+again. Do not use the scythe, wife, for you may hurt him.” Then he aimed
+a great blow, and struck the wolf on the head, and killed him at once.
+They opened him, and set Tom Thumb free.
+
+“Ah!” said his father, “what fears we have had for you!”
+
+“Yes, father,” he answered. “I have traveled all over the world since we
+parted, and now I am very glad to get fresh air again.”
+
+“Where have you been?”
+
+“I have been in a mouse-hole, in a snail-shell, down a cow’s throat, and
+inside the wolf, and yet here I am again, safe and sound.”
+
+“Well, well,” said his father. “We will not sell you again for all the
+riches in the world.”
+
+So they hugged and kissed their dear little son, and gave him plenty
+to eat and drink. And they bought him new clothes, for his old ones had
+been quite spoiled on his journey.
+
+
+
+
+THE TORTOISE AND THE HARE
+
+[Illustration: 0101]
+
+A Hare once made fun of a Tortoise.
+
+“What a slow way you have!” he said. “How you creep along!”
+
+“Do I?” said the Tortoise. “Try a race with me, and I will beat you.”
+
+“You only say that for fun,” said the Hare. “But come! I will race with
+you. Who will mark off the bounds, and give the prize?”
+
+“Let us ask the Fox,” said the Tortoise.
+
+The Fox was very wise and fair. He showed them where they were to start,
+and how far they were to run.
+
+The Tortoise lost no time. She started at once, and jogged straight on.
+
+The Hare knew he could come to the end in two or three jumps. So he lay
+down and took a nap first. By and by he awoke, and then ran fast. But
+when he came to the end, the Tortoise was already there!
+
+
+
+
+THE COUNTRY MOUSE AND THE TOWN MOUSE
+
+[Illustration: 0102]
+
+|A Country Mouse had a friend who lived in a house in town. Now the Town
+Mouse was invited by the Country Mouse to take dinner with him. Out he
+went, and sat down to a dinner of barley and wheat.
+
+“Do you know, my friend,” said he, “that you live a mere ant’s life out
+here? Now, I have plenty at home. Come and enjoy the good things there
+with me.”
+
+So the two set off for town. There the Town Mouse showed the other his
+beans and meal, his dates, his cheese and fruit and honey.
+
+As the Country Mouse ate, drank, and was merry, he praised his friend
+and bewailed his own poor lot.
+
+But while they were urging each other to eat heartily, a man suddenly
+opened the door. Frightened by the noise, they crept into a crack. By
+and by, when he had gone, they came out and tasted of some dried figs.
+In came another person to get something that was in the room. When they
+caught sight of him, they ran and hid in a hole.
+
+At that the Country Mouse forgot his hunger, and with a sigh, said to
+the other:--
+
+“Please yourself, my good friend; eat all you want and get rich,--and be
+in a fright the whole time. As for me, I am a poor fellow, I know, who
+have only barley and wheat. But I am content to live on those, and have
+nothing to frighten me.”
+
+Those who have the plain things of life are often better off than the
+rich.
+
+
+
+
+THE GNAT AND THE BULL
+
+|A Gnat once lit on a Bull’s horn, and stayed there a long while.
+
+When he was about to fly away, he asked the Bull if he would like to
+have him go now.
+
+“Why,” said the Bull, “I did not know you were there.”
+
+People often think themselves important when, in truth, no one is
+noticing them.
+
+
+
+
+THE SLEEPING BEAUTY IN THE WOOD
+
+
+I. THE BEAUTY GOES TO SLEEP
+
+|Once upon a time there lived a king and queen who grieved that they had
+no child. But at last a daughter was born, and the king was very happy.
+He gave a great feast, and asked to it all the fairies in the land,
+seven in all. He hoped that each would give the child a gift.
+
+In front of each fairy at the table was set a heavy gold plate, and by
+each plate a gold knife and fork. Just as they sat down to the feast, in
+came an old fairy who had not been invited. No one knew she was living.
+Fifty years before she had shut herself up in a tower, and had not been
+seen since.
+
+The king hurried off to find a gold plate and knife and fork for her
+also. But nothing could be found so fine as the seven plates which had
+been made for the seven fairies. The old fairy thought herself ill-used
+and grumbled in a low voice. At that, one of the young fairies feared
+she meant mischief to the child, and so, when the feast was over, hid
+herself behind the hangings in the hall. We shall soon see why she did
+this.
+
+The fairies now began to give gifts to the child, beginning with the
+youngest. She gave her beauty; the next gave her wit; the third gave her
+grace; the fourth said she should dance perfectly; the fifth gave her a
+voice to sing; the sixth said she should play beautifully on the harp.
+
+The turn of the old fairy had now come. She shook her head wickedly and
+said the child would grow up, but when she was grown, she would pierce
+her hand, when spinning, and die of the wound. At this, all the company
+began to weep. But the fairy who had hidden came forward and said:--
+
+“Be of good cheer, king and queen. Your daughter shall not so die. I
+cannot entirely undo what my elder has done. The princess must pierce
+her hand when spinning, but instead of dying she shall fall into a deep
+sleep. The sleep shall last a hundred years. At the end of that time a
+king’s son will come to wake her.”
+
+The king was very sad, but he hoped he might prevent the evil. So he
+made a law that no one in the kingdom should spin or have a spinning
+wheel in the house, under pain of instant death.
+
+All went well for fifteen years. Then it chanced that the princess was
+with the king and queen in one of their castles, and was spying about
+for herself. She came to a little chamber at the top of a tower, and
+there sat an honest old woman spinning. She was very old and deaf, and
+had never heard of the king’s command.
+
+“What are you doing?” asked the princess.
+
+“I’m spinning, my pretty child.”
+
+“How charming it is!” said the princess. “How do you do it? Let me try
+if I can spin.” She seized the spindle, but she was hasty and careless,
+and pierced her hand with its point. She fainted, and the old woman, in
+great alarm, ran for help. People came running from all sides, but they
+could not rouse her.
+
+The king heard the noise and came also. Then he saw that the cruel fairy
+had had her wish. His daughter would not wake for a hundred years. He
+laid her on the bed in the best room, and stood sadly looking upon
+her. She was asleep. He could hear her breathe. Her cheeks were full of
+color, but her eyes were closed.
+
+Now the good fairy, who had said the princess should wake in a hundred
+years, was thousands of miles away at the time. But she knew of it, and
+came at once in a chariot of fire drawn by dragons. The king came to
+meet her, his eyes red with weeping.
+
+The good fairy was very wise and saw that the princess would not know
+what to do if she awoke all alone in the castle, in a hundred years. So
+this is what she did.
+
+She touched with her wand every one in the castle except the king and
+the queen. She touched the maids of honor, the gentlemen, the officers,
+the stewards, cooks, boys, guards, porters, pages, footmen. She
+touched the horses in the stable, the grooms, the great mastiff in the
+court-yard, and the tiny lapdog of the princess that was on the bed
+beside her.
+
+The moment she touched them, they all fell asleep just as they were, not
+to wake again until the time came for their mistress to do so. Then they
+all would be ready to wait on her. Even the fire went to sleep, and the
+roasting-spit before the fire with its fowls ready for roasting.
+
+It was the work of a moment. The king and queen kissed their daughter
+good-by and left the castle. The king sent forth a command that no one
+was to go near the castle. That was needless. In a quarter of an hour,
+a wood had grown about it so thick and thorny that nothing could get
+through it. The castle-top itself could only be seen from afar.
+
+
+II. THE BEAUTY WAKES
+
+|After a few years the king and the queen died. They had no other child,
+and the kingdom passed into the hands of a distant family. A hundred
+years went by. The son of the king who was then reigning was out hunting
+one day, when he noticed the tower of a castle in the distance. He asked
+what castle it was.
+
+All manner of answers were given to him. One said It was a fairy castle;
+another said that a great monster lived there. At last an old man
+said:--
+
+“Prince, more than fifty years ago I heard my father say that there was
+in that castle the most beautiful princess ever seen. She was to sleep
+for a hundred years, and was to be waked at last by the king’s son, who
+was to marry her.”
+
+The young prince at these words felt himself on fire. He had not a doubt
+that he was the one to awaken the princess. He set out at once for the
+wood, and when he drew near, the trees and thorns opened to offer him a
+path.
+
+He was on a long, straight road, and at the end was the castle in full
+view. He turned to look for his comrades. Not one was to be seen. The
+wood had closed again behind him. He was alone, and all was still
+about him. Forward he went and came to the castle-gate. He entered the
+court-yard, and stood still in amazement.
+
+On every side were the bodies of men and animals. But the faces of the
+men were rosy; it was plain that they were asleep. His steps sounded
+on the marble floor. He entered the guard-room. There the guards stood
+drawn up in line, with their spears in their hands, but they did not
+move. They were fast asleep.
+
+He passed through one room after another; people were asleep in chairs,
+on benches, standing, sitting, lying down. He entered a beautiful room,
+covered with gold, and saw the most wonderful sight of all.
+
+There lay a maiden so fair that she seemed to belong to another world.
+He drew near and knelt beside her. She did not stir. Her hand lay on her
+breast, and he touched his lips to it.
+
+As he did this, her eyes opened and looked at the young man. She smiled,
+and said:--
+
+“Have you come, my prince? I have waited long for you.”
+
+The prince hardly knew how to answer. But he soon found his voice, and
+they talked for hours, and then had not said half that was in their
+heads to say.
+
+[Illustration: 0111]
+
+The moment that the princess waked, her little lapdog waked also. The
+great mastiff in the court-yard awoke; the horses in the stable and the
+grooms awoke; the footmen, the pages, the porters, the guards, the boys,
+the cooks, the stewards, the officers, the gentlemen, and the maids of
+honor, all awoke. The fire began to burn again, the spits turned round,
+and the fowls began to roast.
+
+So, while the prince and the princess forgot the hours in talk, these
+people began to be hungry. The maids of honor went to the princess to
+tell her that they all waited for her. Then the prince took the princess
+by the hand and led her into the hall.
+
+She was dressed in great splendor. But the prince did not hint that she
+looked as the picture of his great-grandmother looked. He thought
+her all the more charming for that, but he did not tell her so. The
+musicians played excellent but old music at supper. After supper the
+prince and princess were married in the chapel of the castle.
+
+The next day they left the castle. All the people followed them down the
+long path. The wood opened again to let them through. Outside they met
+the prince’s men, and glad they were to see the prince once more. He
+turned to show them the castle, but there was no castle to be seen, and
+no wood.
+
+The prince and princess rode gayly away, and when the old king and queen
+died, they reigned in their stead.
+
+
+
+
+THE ANT AND THE GRASSHOPPER
+
+|On a warm day in summer, an Ant was busy in the field gathering grains
+of wheat and corn, which he laid up for winter food. A Grasshopper saw
+him at work, and laughed at him for toiling so hard, when others were at
+ease.
+
+[Illustration: 0113]
+
+The Ant said nothing. But afterwards, when winter came, and the ground
+was hard, the Grasshopper was nearly dead with hunger. He came to the Ant
+to beg something to eat. Then the Ant said to him:--
+
+“If you had worked when I did, instead of laughing at me, you would not
+now be in need.”
+
+
+
+
+THE LION AND THE FOX
+
+|A Lion that had grown old, and had no more Strength to forage for food,
+saw that he must get it by cunning. He went into his den and crept into
+a corner, and made believe that he was very sick.
+
+All the animals about came in to take a look at him, and, as they came,
+he snapped them up. When a good many beasts had been caught in this way,
+the Fox, who guessed his trick, came along. He took his stand a little
+way from the den, and asked the Lion how he did.
+
+[Illustration: 0114]
+
+The Lion said he was very sick, and begged him to come into the den to
+see him.
+
+“So I would,” said the Fox, “but I notice that all the footprints point
+into the den, and none point out.”
+
+
+
+
+DICK WHITTINGTON AND HIS CAT
+
+
+I. DICK GOES TO LONDON
+
+|In the olden times there lived in the country, In England, a boy by the
+name of Dick Whittington.
+
+He did not know who his parents were, for he had been born and brought
+up in the poor-house. There he was cruelly treated. When he was seven
+years of age, he ran away and lived by what he could get from kind
+people.
+
+He heard that the streets of London were paved with gold. Being now a
+sturdy youth, he set out for the city to make his fortune. He did not
+know the way, but he fell in with a carter, who was bound for London,
+and he followed the cart. When night came, he helped the carter by
+rubbing down the horses, and for this he was paid with a supper.
+
+He trudged on day after day, until they came to the famous city. The
+carter was afraid Dick would hang about him and give him trouble. So he
+gave him a penny and told him to begone and find some work.
+
+Dick went from street to street, but he knew no one. He was ragged and
+forlorn, and looked like a beggar. Nobody gave him anything to do.
+Once in a while some one gave him something to eat, but at last he had
+nothing.
+
+For two days he went about hungry and almost starved, but he would
+rather starve than steal. At the end of the second day he came to a
+merchant’s house in Leadenhall Street, and stood before it, weary and
+faint. The ill-natured cook saw him and came out and said:--
+
+“Go away from here, or I will kick you away!” He crept off a little
+distance and lay down on the ground, for he was too weak to stand. As he
+lay there, the merchant who lived in the house came home, and stopped
+to speak to him. He spoke sharply, and told him to get up, that it was a
+shame for him to be lying there.
+
+Poor Dick got up, and after falling once, through faintness and want of
+food, made out to say that he was a poor country boy, nearly starved. He
+would do any work if he might have food.
+
+Mr. Fitzwarren, the merchant, took pity on him. He brought him into the
+house, and bade the servants look after him. He gave him a place under
+the cook, and this was the beginning of Dick’s fortune. But Dick had a
+hard time of it. The servants made sport of him. The ill-natured cook
+said:--
+
+“Do you know what you are to do? You are to come under me. So look
+sharp. Clean the spits and the pans, make the fires, wind up the
+roasting-jack, and do nimbly all the dirty work I set you about, or
+else I will break your head with my ladle, and kick you about like a
+foot-ball.” This was cold comfort, but it was better than starving.
+“What gave him more hope was the kind notice he had from his master’s
+daughter, Mistress Alice. She heard Dick’s story from her father, and
+called for the boy. She asked him questions, and he was so honest in his
+answers, that she went to her father, and said:--
+
+“That poor boy whom you brought into the house is a good, honest fellow.
+I am sure he will be very useful. He can clean shoes, and run errands,
+and do many things which our servants do not like to do.”
+
+
+II. DICK’S CAT
+
+|So Dick was kept, and a cot bed was given him in the garret. He was up
+early and worked late. He left nothing undone that was given him to do.
+For all that, he could not please the cook, who was very sour to him.
+Still, he bore her blows rather than leave so good a home. Then the cook
+told tales about him, and tried to get him sent away, but Mistress Alice
+heard of it. She knew how ill-tempered the cook was, and so she made her
+father keep Dick.
+
+This was not the whole of Dick Whittington’s trouble. The garret where
+he lay at night had long been empty, and a great number of mice had made
+their home in it. They ran over Dick’s face, and kept up such a racket
+that he knew not which was worse, the cook by day or the mice by night.
+
+He could only hope that the cook might marry or get tired of the place,
+and that he might in some way get a cat. It chanced, soon after, that a
+merchant came to dinner, and as it rained hard, he stayed all night. In
+the morning Dick cleaned the merchant’s shoes and brought them to his
+door. For this service the merchant gave him a penny.
+
+As he went through the street on an errand that morning, he saw a woman
+with a cat under her arm. He asked her the price of the cat.
+
+“It is a good mouser,” said the woman: “you may have it for a sixpence.”
+
+“But I have only a penny,” said Dick. The woman found that she really
+could get nothing more, so she sold the cat to Dick for a penny. He
+brought it home, and kept it out of the way all day for fear the cook
+would see it. At night he took the cat up to the garret, and made her
+work for her living. Puss soon rid him of one plague.
+
+When Mr. Fitzwarren sent out a ship to trade with far countries, he
+used to call his servants together, and give each a chance to make some
+money, by sending out goods in the ship. He thought that thus his ship
+had better fortune.
+
+Now he was again making a venture, and each of the servants brought
+something to send; all but Whittington. Mistress Alice saw that he did
+not come, and she sent for him, meaning to give him some simple goods,
+that he too might have a share in the venture.
+
+When, after many excuses, he was obliged to appear, he fell on his
+knees, and prayed them not to jeer at a poor boy. He had nothing he
+could claim for his own but a cat, which he had bought with a penny
+given him for cleaning shoes.
+
+Upon this Mistress Alice offered to lay something down for him. But her
+father told her the custom was for each to send something of his own. So
+he bade Dick bring his cat, which he did with many tears, and gave her
+over to the master of the ship.
+
+The cook, and indeed all the servants, after this plagued Dick, and
+jeered at him so much for sending his cat, that he could bear it no
+longer. He said to himself that he would leave the house and try his
+fortune elsewhere.
+
+
+III. BOW BELLS
+
+|He packed his bundle one night, and the next day, early, set forth to
+seek his fortune. He left the house behind him, but his heart began to
+sink. However, he would not turn back, but kept on. At last he sat down
+in the field to think.
+
+Just then the Bow Bells, that is, the bells of a church in Bow Street,
+began to ring merrily. Dick heard them, and as they rang, he fancied he
+heard them sing,--
+
+               “Turn again, Whittington,
+
+               Lord Mayor of London.”
+
+That was a fine song to hear, and Dick began to pluck up heart again.
+
+[Illustration: 0121]
+
+Still the bells rang. It was very early; no one was yet astir at the
+merchant’s house, and Dick, with new courage, took up his bundle, obeyed
+the bells, and walked quickly back to the house. He had left the door
+open, so he crept in and took up his daily task. About this time, the
+ship which carried Dick’s cat was driven by the winds, and came to a
+place on the Barbary coast, where the English seldom went. The people
+received the master of the ship well, and he traded with them. As
+his wares were new, they were very welcome. At last the king of that
+country, being greatly pleased, sent for the captain to come and dine at
+the palace.
+
+The dinner was not set on a table, but the cloth was laid on the floor,
+as this was the custom of the country. The guests sat cross-legged
+before the feast. But when the dishes were set down, the smell of the
+dinner brought a great company of rats, and these rats helped themselves
+without fear.
+
+The master of the ship was amazed, and asked the nobles if it was not
+very unpleasant to have this swarm of rats.
+
+“Oh,” said they, “very much so. The king would give half his wealth to
+be rid of them. They not only come to the table, but they make free with
+his chamber and even his bed.”
+
+“Well,” said the captain, thinking at once of Dick’s cat, “I have an
+English beast on board my ship which will quickly clear the palace of
+all the rats.”
+
+“Say you so?” said the king, when he heard of this. “For such a thing I
+will load your ship with gold, diamonds, and pearls.” At that the shrewd
+captain made much of the cat.
+
+“She is the most famous thing in the world,” said he. “I cannot spare
+her, for she keeps my ship clear of rats, or else they would spoil all
+my goods.” But the king would not take no for an answer.
+
+“No price shall part us,” he said. So the cat was sent for, and the
+table was again spread. The rats came as before, but the captain let the
+cat loose, and she made short work of them. Then she came purring and
+curling up her tail before the king, as if she would have her reward.
+
+The king was so pleased with the cat, that he gave ten times more for
+her than for all the goods in the ship. Then the ship sailed away with
+a fair wind, and arrived safe at London. She was the richest ship that
+ever entered port.
+
+
+IV. LORD MAYOR WHITTINGTON
+
+The master took the box of pearls and jewels with him on shore, and
+went straight to the merchant’s house. He gave his account to Mr.
+Fitz-warren, who was greatly pleased at the fortunate voyage, and called
+his servants together, to receive their profit. Then the master showed
+the box of pearls and jewels, and told the story of Whittington’s cat,
+and how Puss had earned this wealth.
+
+“Call Mr. Whittington,” said Mr. Fitzwarren. “I will not take one
+farthing from him.”
+
+Now Dick was in the kitchen cleaning pots and pans. When he was told
+that the merchant had sent for “Mr. Whittington,” he thought every one
+was making fun of him, and he would not go.
+
+At last, he went as far as the door. The merchant bade him come in, and
+placed a chair for him. At that poor Dick was sure they were making fun
+of him, and the tears came into his eyes.
+
+“I am only a simple fellow,” he said. “I do not mean harm to any one. Do
+not mock me.”
+
+“Indeed, Mr. Whittington, we are serious with you,” said the merchant.
+“You are a much richer man than I am,” and he gave him the box of pearls
+and jewels worth quite three hundred thousand pounds.
+
+At first Dick could not believe his good fortune. When at last he was
+persuaded, he fell upon his knees and thanked God who had been so good
+to him. Then he turned to his master and wished to give him of his
+wealth, but Mr. Fitzwarren said:--
+
+“No, Mr. Whittington. I will not take a penny from you. It is all
+yours.”
+
+At that Dick turned to Mistress Alice, who also refused. He bowed low,
+and said:--
+
+“Madam, whenever you please to make choice of a husband, I will make you
+the greatest fortune in the world.”
+
+Then he gave freely to his fellow servants. Even to his enemy, the cook,
+he gave a hundred pounds.
+
+Richard Whittington was now a rich man. He laid aside his poor clothes,
+and was dressed well and handsomely. He had grown strong and tall in
+service, and was indeed a fine man to look upon.
+
+He was well behaved and of a good mind and heart. Mr. Fitzwarren made
+him known to the other merchants, and let him see how business was
+carried on. Then, seeing that he was as honest and good as he was rich,
+he told Whittington that he might have his daughter in marriage.
+
+At first, Dick felt himself unworthy of Mistress Alice. But he saw that
+she looked kindly on him, and he remembered how good she had been to
+him from the beginning. So he made bold to ask Mistress Alice to be his
+wife, and they had a grand wedding.
+
+After the wedding was over, Mr. Fitzwarren asked him what he meant to
+do, and Mr. Whittington said he would like to be a merchant. So the two
+became partners, and grew to be very rich.
+
+Rich as he was, this merchant never forgot that he was once poor Dick
+Whittington. The promise of Bow Bells came true, and three times he was
+chosen Lord Mayor of London. He fed the hungry, and cared for the poor.
+
+When he was Lord Mayor of London the third time, it was his duty to
+receive King Henry V and his queen at Guildhall, which was the Mayor’s
+palace. It was just after a famous war with France, which England had
+won.
+
+The king, at the feast, made the lord mayor a knight, so that now he was
+Sir Richard Whittington. There was a very pleasant fire on the hearth at
+the time. It was made of choice wood. Mace and other spices were mixed
+with the wood. The king praised the fire, and Sir Richard said,--“I will
+make it still more pleasant.” At that he threw upon the flames one piece
+of paper after another. They were the written promises of the king, to
+pay back money lent to him by London merchants, when he was carrying on
+the war. Sir Richard had bought them for sixty thousand pounds. That was
+the way he paid the king’s debt, for now there was nothing to show that
+the king owed anything.
+
+This is the story of Dick Whittington and his cat. How much is true,
+and how much was made up, I do not know, for what happened took place
+five hundred years ago.
+
+
+
+
+THE CAT, THE MONKEY, AND THE CHESTNUTS
+
+|A Cat and a Monkey were sitting one day by the hearth, watching some
+chestnuts which their master had laid down to roast. The chestnuts had
+begun to burst with the heat, and the Monkey said to the Cat:--
+
+“It is plain that your paws were made to pull out those chestnuts. Your
+paws are, indeed, exactly like our master’s hands.”
+
+The Cat was greatly flattered by this speech, and reached forward for
+the tempting chestnuts. Scarcely had she touched the hot ashes than she
+drew back with a cry, for she had burned her paw. She tried again, and
+made out to get one chestnut. Then she pulled another, and a third,
+though each time she singed the hair on her paws.
+
+When she could pull no more, she turned, and found the Monkey had taken
+this time to crack the chestnuts and eat them.
+
+
+
+
+THE LARK AND HER YOUNG ONES
+
+[Illustration: 0128]
+
+|There was a brood of young Larks in a field of corn, which was just
+ripe. The mother, looking every day for the reapers, left word, whenever
+she went out in search of food, that her young ones should tell her all
+the news they heard.
+
+One day, when she was absent, the master came to look at his field. “It
+is time,” said he, “to call in my neighbors and get my corn reaped.”
+ When the old Lark came home, the young ones told their mother what they
+had heard, and begged her to move them at once.
+
+“Time enough,” said she. “If he trusts to his neighbors, he will have to
+wait awhile yet for his harvest.”
+
+Next day, the owner came again, and found the sun hotter, the corn
+riper, and nothing done.
+
+“There is not an hour to be lost,” said he. “We cannot depend upon our
+neighbors. We must call in our relations.” Turning to his son, he said,
+“Go, call your uncles and cousins; and see that they begin to-morrow.”
+
+The young Larks, in great fear, told their mother what the farmer had
+said. “If that be all,” said she, “do not be frightened. The relations
+have harvest work of their own. But take notice of what you hear next
+time, and be sure to let me know.”
+
+She went abroad the next day, and the owner coming, and finding the
+grain falling to the ground because it was over ripe, said to his
+eon, “We must wait no longer for our neighbors and friends. Do you
+go to-night and hire some reapers, and we will set to work ourselves
+tomorrow.”
+
+When the young Larks told their mother this,
+
+“Then,” said she, “it is time for us to be off. When a man takes up his
+business himself, instead of leaving it to others, you may be sure that
+he means to set to work in earnest.”
+
+
+
+
+THE FLIES AND THE POT OF HONEY
+
+|A Pot of Honey was upset in the pantry, and the Flies crowded about
+to eat of it. It was so sticky that they could not get away. Their feet
+were held fast, so that they could not fly, and they began to choke to
+death.
+
+“What wretches we are,” they cried, “to die just for a moment of
+pleasure!”
+
+So it is that greediness is the cause of many evils.
+
+
+
+
+BEAUTY AND THE BEAST
+
+
+I. BEAUTY AND HER SISTERS
+
+|There was once a rich merchant who had six children, three sons and
+three daughters. He loved them more than he loved all his riches, so
+that he was always seeking to make them happy and wise.
+
+The daughters were very pretty; but the youngest was more than
+pretty--she was beautiful. As every one called her Little Beauty when
+she was a child, and she became more lovely every year, the name grew up
+with her, so that she had no other than just--Beauty.
+
+Now Beauty was as good as she was beautiful. But her elder sisters were
+ill-natured and jealous of her, and could not bear to hear her called
+Beauty. They were very proud, too, of their father’s riches, and put on
+great airs. They would not visit the daughters of other merchants, but
+were always following persons who had titles, Lady This and Duchess
+That. They laughed at Beauty, who lived quietly at home with their
+father.
+
+The father was so rich that many great merchants wished to marry his
+daughters. But the two eldest always said that they could never think of
+marrying anybody below a duke, or at the least an earl. As for Beauty,
+she thanked her lovers for thinking so well of her, but as she was still
+very young, she wished to live a few years longer with her father.
+
+Now it happened that the merchant all at once lost his great wealth.
+Nothing was left but one small house in the country, and there the poor
+man told his children they must now go, and earn their daily bread.
+
+The two eldest daughters said they need not go, for they had plenty of
+lovers who would be glad enough to marry them, even though they had lost
+their fortune. But they were wrong, for their lovers would not look at
+them now, and jeered at them in their trouble, because they had been so
+proud before.
+
+Yet every one felt sorry for Beauty. Several gentlemen who loved her
+begged her still to let them marry her, though she had not a penny.
+Beauty refused, and said she could not leave her father now that trouble
+had come upon him.
+
+So the family went to live in the small house in the country. There the
+merchant and his three sons ploughed and sowed the fields, and worked
+hard all day. Beauty rose at four o’clock every morning, put the house
+in order, and got breakfast for the whole family. It was very hard at
+first, for no one helped her. But every day it grew easier to work, and
+Beauty grew stronger and rosier. When her work was done, she could read,
+or play on her harp, or sit at her spinning-wheel, singing as she spun.
+
+As for her two sisters, they were idle and unhappy, and became quite
+helpless. They never got up till ten o’clock. They spent the day moping
+and fretting, because they no longer had fine clothes to wear, and could
+not go to fine parties. They jeered at Beauty, and said that she was
+nothing but a servant-girl after all, to like that kind of living. But
+Beauty did not mind them, and lived on cheerfully.
+
+They had been in the country a year, when one morning the merchant had a
+letter. It brought the news that a ship laden with rich goods belonging
+to him had not been lost after all, and had just come into port. The
+two sisters were half wild with joy, for now they could soon leave the
+farm-house, and go back to the gay city.
+
+When their father was about to go to the port to settle his business
+there, they begged him to bring back all manner of fine things for them.
+
+Then the merchant asked Beauty:--
+
+“And what shall I bring you, Beauty?” for Beauty had yet asked nothing.
+
+“Why, since you ask me, dear father, I should like you to bring me a
+rose, for none grow in these parts.” Now Beauty did not care so very
+much for a rose, but she did not like to seem to blame her sisters,
+or to appear better than they, by saying that she did not wish for
+anything.
+
+The good man set off; but all was not as he had hoped. The ship had
+come in, but there was a dispute about the cargo. He went to law, and it
+ended in his turning back poorer than when he left his home.
+
+
+II. THE BEAST AT HOME
+
+|He set out to return to the farm-house. When he was within thirty miles
+of home, he came to a large wood through which he must pass. The snow
+began to fall, and covered the path. The night closed in, and it grew
+so dark and so cold that the poor man gave himself up for lost. He could
+not see the way, and he was faint with cold and hunger.
+
+All at once, he saw a light at the end of a long avenue of trees. He
+turned into the avenue, and rode until he came to the end of it. There
+he found a great palace; the windows were all lighted, and the door
+stood open, but he saw no one.
+
+The door of the stable was also open, and his horse walked in. A crib
+full of hay and oats was there, and the tired beast fell to eating
+heartily. The merchant left his horse in the stall and entered the
+palace. He saw nobody and heard nobody, but a fire was burning on the
+hearth, and a table was spread with choice food, and set for one person.
+He was wet to the skin, and went to the fire to dry himself, saying:--
+
+“I hope the master of the house or his servants will not blame me for
+this. No doubt some one will soon come.”
+
+He waited, but no one came. The clock struck eleven. Then, faint for
+want of food, he went to the table and ate some meat, yet all the time
+in a great fright. But when he was no longer hungry, he began to pluck
+up courage, and to look about him.
+
+The clock struck twelve. He left the hall, and passed through one room
+after another until he came to one where there was a bed. It was made
+ready, and, since he was very tired, he lay down and slept soundly.
+
+The merchant did not wake until ten o’clock the next morning. He had
+placed his clothes on a chair by the side of the bed. They had been
+nearly ruined by the storm, and were besides old and worn. Now he saw a
+wholly new suit in their place.
+
+He began to think he must be in the palace of some fairy, and he was
+sure of it when he looked out of the window. The snow had gone, and a
+lovely garden lay before him, full of flowers. He dressed and went back
+to the hall. A table was spread for breakfast, and he at once sat down
+to it. Then he went to get his horse. On the way he passed some roses.
+He remembered Beauty, and plucked a rose to take home with him.
+
+As soon as he had done this, he heard a frightful roar, and saw a
+dreadful Beast coming toward him. He was so frightened that he nearly
+fell down. The Beast cried out in a loud voice:--
+
+“Ungrateful man! I saved your life by letting you come into my palace.
+I gave you food to eat and a bed to rest in, and now you steal my roses,
+which I love beyond everything. You shall pay for this with your life!”
+ The poor man threw himself on his knees before the Beast, saying:--
+
+“Forgive me, my lord. I did not know I was doing wrong. I only wanted to
+pluck a rose for one of my daughters. She asked me to bring one home to
+her. I pray you, do not kill me, my lord.”
+
+“I am not a lord. I am a Beast. I hate soft words, and you will not
+catch me by any of your fine speeches. You say you have daughters.
+Well, I will forgive you, if one of them will come and die in your
+stead. But promise that, if they refuse, you will come back in three
+months.”
+
+The merchant did not mean in the least to let one of his daughters die
+for him. But he wished to see his children once more before he died, so
+he promised to return if one of his daughters would not die for him. The
+Beast then told him to go back to the room where he had slept. There
+he would find a chest. He might fill it with anything he found in the
+palace, and it would be sent after him.
+
+
+III. BEAUTY GOES TO THE BEAST
+
+The merchant did as he was bid. The floor of the room was covered with
+gold, and he filled the chest. If he must die, he would at least provide
+for his children. Then he took his horse and rode out of the wood,
+and came at last to his home. He held the rose in his hand, and as the
+daughters came out to meet him, he gave it to the youngest, saying:--
+
+“Take it, Beauty. You little know what it has cost your poor father;”
+ and then he told all that had happened since he left home.
+
+The two eldest daughters began to cry aloud, and to blame Beauty. Why
+did she ask for roses? Why did she not ask for dresses, as they did;
+then all would have gone well. Now the hard-hearted thing, they said,
+did not shed a tear. Beauty replied quietly that it was of little use to
+weep. She meant to go and die in her father’s stead.
+
+“No, no!” cried the three brothers. “We will go and seek this Beast, and
+either he or we must die!”
+
+“It is all in vain,” said the father. “You do not know the Beast. He
+is more mighty than you can think. No! you must stay and care for
+your sisters. At the end of three months I shall go back and die.” The
+merchant then went to his room, and there he found the chest of gold.
+
+He was greatly amazed. He had forgotten the promise of the Beast. But
+he said nothing about the chest to his daughters. He was sure they would
+tease him to go back to town to live.
+
+Beauty said little, but when the three months were over, she made ready
+to go with her father. The brothers and sisters bade them good-by, and
+wept over Beauty. The brothers wept real tears, but the sisters rubbed
+their eyes with onions, so as to make tears; they did not really care.
+
+The horse took the right road, as if he knew the way, and when he came
+to the palace, he went at once to the stable. The merchant and Beauty
+entered the palace. They found the table spread for two persons, and
+they sat down to it.
+
+After supper there was a great roar as before, and the Beast entered.
+Beauty trembled, and the Beast turned to her and said:--
+
+“Did you come of your own self?”
+
+“Yes,” said Beauty, still trembling.
+
+“Then I thank you. But you, sir,” and he turned to the father, “get
+you gone to-morrow, and never let me see your face again. Goodnight,
+Beauty.”
+
+“Good-night, Beast,” she replied, and Beast walked off. The merchant
+begged and begged his daughter to leave him, and to go back to her home.
+But she was firm, and when the morning came, she made him leave her.
+
+“Surely,” he thought, “Beast will not hurt Beauty.”
+
+Beauty wept, but she was a brave girl, and soon she dried her eyes, and
+began to walk through the palace. She came to a door, and over it was
+written Beauty’s Room. She opened the door, and found herself in a fine
+chamber, with books, music and a harp, and many beautiful things.
+
+“It cannot be that I have only a day to live,” she said, “for why should
+all this be done for me?” She opened a book and saw written in letters
+of gold: _Your wishes and commands shall be obeyed. You are here the
+queen over everything_.
+
+“Alas!” she thought, “I wish most of all I could see my father and know
+what he is doing.” Just then her eyes fell on a large looking-glass,
+and in it she saw her father just reaching home. Her sisters came out
+to meet him. They tried to look sad, but it was plain that they were not
+sorry to see him come home alone.
+
+The sight in the glass was only for a moment, then it faded, and Beauty
+turned away and in her mind thanked Beast for what he had done.
+
+At noon she found dinner ready for her, and sweet music sounded as she
+ate. But she saw nobody. At night Beast came and asked leave to sup with
+her. Of course she could not say no, but she sat in a fright all through
+supper. He did not speak for some time. Then he said:--
+
+“Beauty, do you think me very ugly?”
+
+“Yes, Beast; I cannot tell a lie. But I think you are very good.”
+ Nothing more was said, and Beauty was beginning to be rid of her fear,
+when all at once he asked:--
+
+“Beauty, will you marry me?” Beauty was in a fright again, but she
+answered:--
+
+“No, Beast.” He gave a great sigh which shook the house. Then he got up
+from the table and said:--
+
+“Good-night, Beauty,” and went away. Beauty was glad he had gone, but
+she could not help pitying him.
+
+
+IV. THE CHARM IS BROKEN
+
+|Beauty lived in this way three months. The Beast came to supper every
+night. He did not grow less ugly, but Beauty did not mind his ugliness
+so much, for she saw how kind he really was. But there was one trouble.
+Every night the Beast was sure to ask:--
+
+“Will you marry me, Beauty?” and Beauty always answered:--
+
+“No, Beast.”
+
+But one night he begged her at least never to leave him. Now it chanced
+on that very day Beauty had looked in her glass. There she saw her
+father sick with grief, for he thought his child was dead. Her sisters
+were married. Her brothers were soldiers. So she told all this to the
+Beast, and wept and said she should die if she could not see her father
+once more.
+
+“Do not refuse to let me go!” she begged.
+
+“No,” said the Beast. “I will not refuse you. I would much rather your
+poor Beast should die of grief for your absence. So you may go.”
+
+“Oh, thank you, dear Beast,” said Beauty, “and I will surely come back
+in a week.”
+
+“When you wish to come back, Beauty, lay your ring on the table
+before you go to bed, and you will find yourself here when you wake.
+Good-night, Beauty.”
+
+“Good-night, Beast.”
+
+The next morning Beauty woke to find herself at the farm-house. Her
+father was so glad to see her once more, and to know she was alive and
+well, that his sickness left him at once. He sent for her sisters, who
+came and brought their husbands.
+
+These husbands were not much to be praised. One was so vain that he
+looked at himself, and seldom looked at his wife. The other had a sharp
+tongue, and liked to use it on other people, and most of all on his own
+wife. So the sisters were no happier than they had been.
+
+But they were still jealous of Beauty, and they laid a plan for her
+hurt. They thought if they could keep her at home after the week was
+over, the Beast would be so angry, he would soon make an end of her. So,
+at the end of the week, they made a great ado, and begged her to stay
+just a little longer. Beauty could not help being glad to have her
+sisters want her. She said she would stay one week more; but she was not
+quite easy in her mind.
+
+On the night of the tenth day the sisters gave her a feast, in order
+to make her forget the Beast. But at night Beauty dreamed she saw poor
+Beast lying half dead on the grass in the palace garden. She woke in
+tears, and at once laid her ring on the table, and then went to sleep
+again.
+
+When she awoke, she was once more in her room at the palace. All day
+she wished for supper time to come. Then she would see Beast again. But
+supper time came, and no Beast was at the table. Nine o’clock struck,
+and still Beast did not come.
+
+[Illustration: 0143]
+
+Beauty flew into the garden. She went to the spot she had dreamed of,
+and there lay poor Beast on the grass. She felt his heart beat. He was
+still alive. She ran for some water and threw it on his face. The Beast
+opened his eyes and said in a faint voice:--
+
+“You forgot your promise. I could not live without you, and I meant to
+starve to death. Now you have come, and I shall die happy.”
+
+“No! you shall not die, dear Beast,” cried Beauty. “You shall live to be
+my husband, for now I feel I really love you.”
+
+At these words the whole palace was ablaze with light. Music sounded,
+and there was a stir all about. There was no Beast, but in his place a
+very handsome prince was at Beauty’s feet.
+
+“You have broken the charm that held me,” he said.
+
+“But where is my poor Beast?” asked Beauty, weeping. “I want my dear
+Beast.”
+
+“I was the Beast,” said the Prince. “A wicked fairy had power to make
+me live in that ugly form, till some good and beautiful maid should be
+found, so good as to love me in spite of my ugliness.”
+
+Beauty was amazed, but she took the Prince’s hand and they went into the
+palace. The people of the country were full of joy. They had mourned for
+their Prince, and now he had suddenly come back again, and with him
+was a beautiful princess. So Beauty and the Beast, who was no longer a
+Beast, reigned happily in the kingdom.
+
+
+
+
+THE WOLF AND THE LAMB
+
+[Illustration: 0147]
+
+|A Wolf saw a Lamb drinking at a brook, and set about finding some good
+reason for catching him. So he went to a place a little higher up the
+brook, and called out:--
+
+“How dare you muddle the water that I am drinking?”
+
+“How can I,” said the Lamb, humbly, “when I drink with the tips of my
+lips only? And, besides, the water runs from you to me, not from me to
+you.”
+
+“Well, you called my father names a year ago,” said the Wolf, finding
+another reason.
+
+“I was not born a year ago,” said the poor lamb.
+
+“You may make ever so good excuses,” said the Wolf, finally; “I shall
+eat you all the same.”
+
+This fable teaches that, when one has made up his mind to do wrong, he
+is not stopped by the best of reasons.
+
+
+
+
+THE TRAVELERS AND THE BEAR
+
+|Two friends were walking along the road, when a Bear came suddenly upon
+them.
+
+One of them got first to a tree, and climbed up into it and hid among
+the branches.
+
+The other, who was slower, fell flat upon the ground, and made believe
+that he was dead.
+
+When the Bear came up to him, and poked him with his nose, he held his
+breath; for it is said that this animal will not touch a dead man. The
+Bear went off, and the Man who was in the tree came down, and asked the
+other what the Bear had whispered.
+
+“He told me,” said the other, “not to travel with friends who would
+desert me when danger came.”
+
+This fable teaches that misfortunes sometimes show which Of our friends
+are true friends.
+
+
+
+
+THE TORTOISE AND THE EAGLE
+
+[Illustration: 0149]
+
+|A Tortoise, seeing an Eagle in flight, wanted much to fly like him. So
+she asked him if he would not teach her to fly.
+
+He told her that it was impossible; that Tortoises could not fly. All
+the more did she urge him; so at last the Eagle seized her in his claws,
+bore her to a great height, and then, letting her go, bade her fly.
+
+She fell like a stone to the earth, and the blow knocked the breath out
+of her body.
+
+This fable teaches that men who are envious, and refuse to take the
+advice of those who know more than themselves, are apt to get into
+trouble.
+
+
+
+
+THE WHITE CAT
+
+
+I. THE PALACE OF THE WHITE CAT
+
+|A King had three sons, handsome, brave, and generous. Some persons
+about the court, however, made him believe that these sons were eager to
+have him die, because each wanted to be king. This was not at all true,
+but the King believed it, and made a plan to get them out of the way. He
+sent for them and said:--
+
+“My dear sons, you must see that I am growing old, and cannot attend to
+state affairs as I once used to. It is right that I should make one of
+you king in my stead. But first I should like something to amuse me when
+I am no longer king. I think I should like best a little dog. Now, the
+one of you who brings me the most perfect little dog shall be king in my
+stead.”
+
+The princes were much surprised at the fancy of their father to have
+a little dog, but they all agreed to do as he had asked. They bade him
+good-by, and promised to come back in a year. They went off together
+to an old palace three miles away. There they had something to eat, and
+then set off on separate roads. But they agreed to meet again at the
+palace at the end of the year.
+
+Now, we will see what happened to the youngest of the three brothers.
+He went from town to town looking for handsome dogs. He bought one, and
+then, when he found a handsomer dog, he bought that and gave the other
+away.
+
+At last he found himself in a wood. Night came on, and it began to rain.
+There were thunder and lightning, and he lost his way. He groped about
+and saw a light in the distance. He went toward it, and soon was in
+front of a fine palace.
+
+The door to the palace was of gold, studded with sapphires, and these
+shone with a bright light. This was the light the Prince had seen.
+The walls of the palace were of fine china, and there were wonderful
+paintings upon them. These paintings showed the adventures of all the
+fairies from the beginning of the world.
+
+The Prince saw a deer’s foot hanging by the side of the door. It was
+hung at the end of a chain of diamonds, and was plainly a bell-pull. He
+was greatly astonished, for he saw no one, and he wondered that thieves
+had not long ago stolen the diamonds and the sapphires.
+
+He pulled the deer’s foot and heard a bell ring. Soon the golden door
+opened. He saw nobody, but he saw twelve Hands in the air, each holding
+a torch. He looked and did not know what to do. Then he felt himself
+gently pushed from behind, so he walked on into the palace. There he
+heard a voice singing:--
+
+               “Welcome, Prince, no danger fear,
+
+               Mirth and love attend you here.”
+
+The Hands with the torches led him through one door after another,
+into one room after another. Each room was more splendid than the last.
+Finally the Hands drew a chair near a fire, and beckoned him to sit
+down.
+
+The Hands he saw were white and fair. They took away his wet clothes,
+and brought him new fine linen, and a warm wrapper in which he sat
+before the fire. Then they placed before him a glass upon a stand,
+and began to comb and brush his hair gently. They brought a bowl with
+perfumed water in it, and washed his face and hands.
+
+Now the Prince was fresh and warm, and the Hands gave him a princely
+suit of clothes. When he was dressed, they led him out of the chamber to
+a grand hall. Here a table was set with rich and dainty food. Two plates
+were on the table, and the Prince wondered who was to eat with him.
+
+
+II. A YEAR OF SPORT
+
+|Just then he looked up and saw a small figure coming toward him. It was
+covered with a long black veil, and was not more than a foot high. On
+each side walked a cat dressed in black, and behind came a great number
+of cats, some carrying cages full of rats, and others mouse-traps filled
+with mice.
+
+The Prince did not know what to think. The little figure drew near, and
+drew aside her veil. It was a cat, a beautiful White Cat, but looking
+sad and gentle. She said to the Prince:--
+
+“You are welcome, Prince. It makes me glad to have you come.”
+
+“Madam,” said the Prince, “I thank you for all your goodness to me.
+I cannot help thinking you must be a wonderful being, to have this
+beautiful palace, to be able to speak, and yet to be a cat!”
+
+“That is true,” said the Cat, “but I do not like to talk, and I do not
+like to hear fine things said to me. Let us sit down to supper.”
+
+The Hands then placed some dishes on the table, in front of the Prince
+and the White Cat.
+
+The Prince had a pie made of young pigeons, but the White Cat had one
+made of fat mice. The Prince at first did not like to touch his food.
+He was not quite sure what it was, but the White Cat told him not to be
+afraid. The dishes before him had no bit of rat or mouse in them.
+
+When supper was over, the Prince noticed that the White Cat carried a
+little picture hung by a cord upon one of her feet. He asked to look at
+it. It was a portrait of a young man. To his great surprise, it was his
+own likeness.
+
+He did not ask the White Cat to explain this, for she had a look which
+forbade him. They talked together about many things, and then the White
+Cat bade the Prince good-night. The Hands, with torches, led him to his
+chamber, and there he slept.
+
+He was waked in the morning by a noise outside. He got up, and the Hands
+brought him a handsome hunting-jacket. The noise kept on, and he looked
+out of the window. There he saw more than five hundred cats in the open
+space before the palace. They were making ready for a hunt.
+
+The White Cat soon came and asked him to join their sport, and he was
+given a wooden horse to ride on. The White Cat mounted a monkey. She
+wore a dragoon’s cap, which made her look very bold and fierce.
+
+The horns sounded, and away they went. The cats ran faster than the
+hares and rabbits, and when they caught any, they brought them to the
+Prince and the White Cat. They chased birds as well as rabbits. Up the
+trees they went, and the White Cat on the monkey climbed more quickly
+than any, and mounted the highest trees, to the eagle’s nest.
+
+When the chase was over, they all went back to the palace. The White Cat
+sat down at the table with the Prince, and they had a fine supper. Again
+the Hands led the Prince to his chamber, and he slept soundly.
+
+So it went on day after day. Every day there was some new pleasure,
+and the White Cat was so gentle, so sweet, and so thoughtful, that the
+Prince could not bear to think of leaving the palace.
+
+“How can I go away from you?” he cried one day. “Can you not make me a
+cat to live here always? or, can you not make yourself a lady?” But the
+White Cat only smiled, and made no answer.
+
+At last a year had almost gone. The White Cat knew what day the Prince
+must return to his father, and told him that he had but three days left.
+
+“Alas!” said the Prince. “What shall I do? I have not yet found a dog
+small enough.”
+
+“Never fear,” said the White Cat. “I will see that you have a dog, and
+I will also give you a wooden horse, so that you can ride home in a few
+hours.”
+
+When the day came, the White Cat gave the Prince an acorn, and told
+him to put it close to his ear. He did so, and could hear a little dog
+barking inside the acorn. He was delighted, and thanked the White Cat a
+thousand times.
+
+
+III. THE LITTLE DOG AND THE CAMBRIC
+
+|The Prince mounted his wooden horse, and soon was at the place where
+he was to meet his brothers. The two eldest told their stories. The
+youngest kept silence, and showed only a cheap cur. The brothers trod on
+each other’s toes under the table, as much as to say, “We have nothing
+to fear from this dog.”
+
+The next day they all went to the palace. The dogs of the two elder
+brothers were brought in on soft rugs; they were wrapped about in silk
+quilts, and it was hard to see anything of them. However, the King
+looked at each, and could not make up his mind which was the smaller and
+prettier. So the two princes began to quarrel.
+
+At this the youngest son came forward. Nobody had looked at his cur,
+but now he showed them his acorn. He broke the shell, and out jumped
+a little dog. He held his finger ring, and the dog leaped through it.
+There was no doubt now who had the smallest and prettiest dog.
+
+The King could not possibly find any fault with the dog, but he could
+not bear to give up his crown yet. So he thanked his sons for their
+trouble, and asked them to try once more. He wished them to be gone a
+year, and at the end of that time to bring him a fine piece of cambric.
+It must be fine enough to be drawn through the eye of a small needle.
+
+The three princes thought this very hard, but they set off as before.
+The two eldest took different roads. The youngest mounted his wooden
+horse, and quickly came to the palace of the White Cat. There he was
+received with great joy. The Hands helped him to dismount, and the table
+was spread before him. The best food was given him, and the White Cat
+sat opposite. He told her what a hard task his father had set.
+
+“Do not be troubled,” she said. “I have cats in my palace who can make
+just such cambric. So be at ease and enjoy yourself.”
+
+The Prince knew how to enjoy himself. He talked with the White Cat about
+all sorts of things, and they hunted together. And when he was alone,
+he could think about the White Cat, and what she said last. Oh, yes, he
+knew how to enjoy himself.
+
+Thus another year went by. At the end of the year the White Cat said to
+the Prince:--
+
+“This time you must go in state.”
+
+Then he saw in the yard a splendid carriage, covered with gold and
+diamonds. Twelve horses as white as snow were harnessed to it, and
+a troop of horsemen was ready to ride behind and by the side of the
+carriage. The White Cat bade the Prince good-by, and gave him a walnut.
+
+“In this nut,” she said, “is the cambric. But you must not open the nut
+till you come before the King.”
+
+Away went the horses, and carried the Prince in a twinkling to the
+King’s palace. His two brothers were already there. They all went into
+the King’s presence, and the eldest brought out his piece of cambric.
+No one had ever seen anything so fine. The King took the needle. The
+tip end of the cambric went through the eye, but the piece could not be
+pulled further.
+
+The second son tried, but his piece failed also. Then the youngest
+Prince came forward with an elegant box, covered with jewels. He opened
+the box and took out the walnut. He smiled, and looked about, and
+cracked the shell. Then he looked sober. There was no cambric there,
+only a filbert.
+
+However, he cracked the shell of the filbert. Out came a cherry-stone.
+He looked more serious still. The brothers and the lords of the court
+began to laugh. What could be more silly than this Prince with his
+cherry-stone!
+
+The Prince now cracked the cherry-stone, and took out the kernel. He
+split it, and found a grain of wheat; he opened the grain of wheat, and
+there was a grain of millet-seed. All the court was now laughing. The
+Prince grew red in the face and muttered:--
+
+“O White Cat, White Cat, you have deceived me.”
+
+When he said this, he felt a scratch on his arm. He saw nothing, but it
+was just as if a cat scratched him. That brought him to his senses.
+He opened the millet-seed very carefully, and drew forth a piece of
+cambric. It was four hundred yards long, and was so fine that it was
+easily drawn through the eye of the needle.
+
+The King could ask nothing more. But he was not ready to give up his
+crown, so he said to his sons:--
+
+“You have done nobly. Now one of you must be king. But it will not
+do for one to be king without a queen. So go away and find the most
+beautiful woman in the world. At the end of the year come back. The
+one who brings the most beautiful woman shall marry her and have my
+kingdom.”
+
+
+IV. THE WHITE CAT HAS HER HEAD CUT OFF
+
+|The three brothers set off again on their travels, and the youngest
+rode straight to the palace of the White Cat. He could not bear to speak
+or think of his errand. He was so happy, however, with the White Cat
+that he quite forgot everything for another year. At the end of that
+time, the “White Cat herself reminded him what he had to do.
+
+“You must now go back to your father, but you shall take with you a
+beautiful princess. Cut off my head and my tail, and throw them into the
+fire.”
+
+“I!” said the Prince. “I cut off your head and tail! How can I, when I
+love you so?”
+
+“You must. That is the way to prove your love. If you love me, do as I
+bid you.”
+
+The Prince looked at the White Cat. Her eyes said the same thing to him.
+He took his sword, and did as she bade him. No sooner had he done this
+than the White Cat was gone, and a beautiful princess stood before him.
+At the same moment the room was full of maids and gentlemen. All the
+cats were gone. The Prince was astonished. The beautiful princess sent
+away all the people, and then told the story of her life to the Prince.
+
+
+V. THE WHITE CAT’S STORY
+
+“Do not think I have always been a cat. My father was a king, and had
+six kingdoms. He loved my mother dearly, and let her do just as she
+wished. She liked best to travel and to see new sights. One day she
+heard of a distant country where the fairies had a garden, and in this
+garden was the most delicious fruit ever eaten.
+
+“She wished at once to taste this fruit, and so she set off for the
+country. She came to a noble palace and knocked at the gate. No one came
+out. She waited. No one appeared anywhere in sight. But over the garden
+wall she saw the fruit.
+
+“My mother bade her servants pitch her tent close by the gate. There she
+stayed six weeks. Yet she saw no one go in or out. She was so vexed and
+so disappointed that at the end of six weeks she fell sick.
+
+“One night, when she was almost dead, she opened her eyes and saw an old
+woman, small and ugly. It was one of the fairies who owned the garden.
+This old woman was sitting in a chair by the bed, and spoke to my
+mother.
+
+“‘Why do you come here for our fruit?’ she asked. ‘My sisters and I do
+not like it at all. We did not mean you should have any. But now you are
+very ill, and we do not want you to die here; you may have all you want,
+if you will give us what we ask and then go away.’
+
+“‘Oh,’ said my mother,’ I will give you everything I have, to the half
+of my kingdom, if you will only give me the fruit.’
+
+“‘Very well. You will have a child. When the child is born, give her to
+us. We will take care of her, and she shall be a beautiful princess.’
+
+“‘That is pretty hard,’ said my mother, ‘but I must have the fruit, or I
+shall die. So the child shall be yours.’
+
+“Then my mother rose and dressed, and went into the garden. Here she ate
+her fill. Besides, she ordered four thousand mules to be loaded with the
+fruit, for it was of a kind that would never spoil. Thus she traveled
+back to my father. He was overjoyed to see her, and she said nothing of
+the promise she had given.
+
+“By and by, however, she grew sad, and my father asked her what
+troubled her. Then she told him the whole story. At first he was greatly
+troubled, but he began to think how he should prevent the fairies from
+getting his child.
+
+“As soon as I was born he had me taken to the top of a high tower. There
+were twenty flights of stairs leading up to the room in which I was
+placed. A door was at the foot of each flight, and was locked, and my
+father kept the key. He did not mean that any one should get at me.
+
+“When the fairies heard of this, they were very angry. They sent forth a
+great dragon, and the dragon breathed forth fire, and burnt up the grass
+and trees. It was very fierce, too, and killed men, women, and children.
+So my father was filled with dismay, and sent word that the fairies
+should have me.”
+
+
+VI. THE WHITE CAT’S STORY ENDED
+
+|I was placed in a cradle of mother-of-pearl, and carried to the palace
+by the garden where my mother had eaten the fruit. The dragon at once
+disappeared, and all went well in my father’s kingdom.
+
+“The fairies gave me a room in a tower, and I had everything I could
+ask. Here I grew up. I knew nothing of my father or mother. The fairies
+came to see me, but they rode the dragon, and flew in at the window. You
+must know there was no door to the tower. There were windows, high up
+from the ground, and there was a garden upon the top of the tower.
+
+“The fairies were very kind to me, and all went well. I played in the
+garden on the tower, and I had my birds and flowers. But one day I
+was sitting at one of the windows talking with my parrot, when I saw a
+fine-looking man below. He stood listening to the parrot and me.
+
+“I never had seen a man except in pictures, and I was very glad to see
+this one. We spoke to each other through the window, and so it went on
+day after day. At last I thought I could not bear to live alone in the
+tower, and I planned to escape.
+
+“I begged the fairies to bring me some cord and needles, to make a net
+with. There were birds flying about, and if I had a net I could catch
+one. They gave me these things, and I made a ladder which reached from
+my window to the ground.
+
+“I meant to climb down the ladder, but before I could do so my lover had
+climbed up. He leaped in at my window. At first I was frightened, but
+then I was glad to have him with me. He gave me a picture of himself,
+but while we were talking the fairy Violent flew in at the window on the
+back of the dragon. She was in a great rage, and bade the dragon at once
+devour my lover.
+
+“I tried to cast myself into the mouth of the dragon, for I no longer
+cared to live. But the fairy held me back, and said she had another
+punishment for me. She touched me with her wand, and I became at once a
+White Cat.
+
+“She brought me to this palace, and gave me a troop of cats to wait on
+me. They were lords and ladies who had been turned into cats. The Hands
+were the hands of servants who could not be seen. Here I was to stay a
+cat until a prince should come who looked exactly like my lover, and who
+should cut off my head and my tail.
+
+“My Prince, look at this picture. It is your exact image. You have saved
+me from the fairies, and I love you with all my heart.”
+
+The Prince was overjoyed. He made haste to set out for his father’s
+palace with the beautiful princess. Again the brothers stood before the
+King, each with a beautiful princess. The King was now at his wit’s
+end, but the princess, who had lately been a White Cat, came forward and
+said:--
+
+“O King, it is a thousand pities that you should give up your kingdom.
+You are not old. You are very wise, and ought to reign many years. I
+have six kingdoms. Let me give one to each of your two eldest sons. Then
+the youngest son and I will still have four kingdoms. More than all, you
+will not have to decide which of us three princesses is the most
+beautiful.” Everybody set up a shout. The three weddings took place at
+once, and the kingdoms were divided among the princes.
+
+
+
+
+THE LION, THE ASS, AND THE FOX
+
+[Illustration: 0167]
+
+|The Lion, the Ass, and the Fox made a bargain to hunt together. When
+they had caught a good supply of game, they came to eat it, and the Lion
+bade the Ass divide the spoils. So the Ass divided it into three equal
+parts, and called on each to choose his portion. At that the Lion fell
+into a rage, and made his supper off the Ass.
+
+Then the Lion told the Fox to divide it, and he put almost all the
+game into one great heap for the Lion, and saved only a small bit for
+himself. Then the Lion said: “My good fellow, who taught you to divide
+so well?” And the Fox said: “That dead Ass there.”
+
+
+
+
+THE JACKDAW AND THE DOVES
+
+|A Jackdaw once looked into a dove-cote, and saw the Doves well fed and
+cared for; so he went away and daubed himself white, and then came back
+to make himself one of them. As long as he kept quiet they let him stay,
+thinking he was a Dove. But as soon as he opened his mouth to sing, they
+found out who he was, and drove him out of the dove-cote.
+
+He, poor fellow, now went back to the Jackdaws. But they did not know
+him on account of his white coat, and would not let him join them.
+
+And so, for wanting to get into two companies, he missed both.
+
+This fable teaches that it is best for us to be content with our own
+kind. The greedy not only miss what they seek, but often lose what they
+have.
+
+
+
+
+THE FOUR BULLS AND THE LION
+
+|Four Bulls once agreed to live together, and they fed in the same
+pasture. Now the Lion saw them afar off, and wanted to hunt them, but he
+knew that he could not so long as they held together.
+
+So he managed to set them quarreling with one another; and when that
+happened, they separated, and he easily mastered them one at a time.
+
+
+
+
+THE COUNTRY MAID AND HER MILK-PAIL
+
+|A Country Maid was walking slowly along with a pail of milk upon her
+head. She was saying to herself:--
+
+“The money for which I shall sell this milk will buy me three hundred
+eggs. These eggs will produce at least two hundred and fifty chickens.
+The chickens will be fit to carry to market about Christmas, when
+poultry always brings a good price. By May-day I shall have money enough
+to buy a new gown. Let me see--green suits me; yes, it shall be green.
+In this dress I will go to the fair, where all the young fellows will
+want me for a partner. But I shall refuse every one of them.” By this
+time she was so full of her fancy that she tossed her head proudly. Over
+went the pail, and all the milk was spilled on the ground.
+
+Moral. Don’t count your chickens before they are hatched.
+
+
+
+
+THE CAT, THE WEASEL, AND THE YOUNG RABBIT
+
+|There was once a young Rabbit, a quiet, peace-loving Rabbit. He lived
+in a neat house, and made no trouble for any one. But one day he went
+to market to buy some parsley. A Weasel came slyly by and saw the little
+house. He slipped in and made himself at home. It was a good place to
+stay in, and there he meant to stay. By and by the Rabbit came home, and
+saw the Weasel at the window.
+
+“Do you know that this is my house?” the Rabbit asked.
+
+“Pooh, pooh!” said the Weasel, “what makes it yours? You only dug in the
+ground a little, and came in here where the earth was gone. Do you think
+you own the earth?”
+
+“The law gives it to me,” said the Rabbit, “because I made it fit to
+live in. If you do not leave, I will call the police.”
+
+[Illustration: 0171]
+
+“The law, indeed!” said the Weasel; “and what right has the law to give
+away land? But we will have no more words. We will lay the matter before
+the Cat, and leave it to him.”
+
+“Very well,” said the young Rabbit, and they went to find the Cat,--an
+old, wise, and strong Cat.
+
+“Come nearer, my children,” said the Cat, as they both began to talk at
+the same time. “I am very deaf; nearer, for I wish to hear every word.”
+
+They came close to the Cat, each talking loudly. But as soon as the Cat
+had them within reach, he darted his claws out on each side, and held
+them both fast. First he made way with the young Rabbit, next with the
+Weasel; and then the house belonged to him.
+
+
+
+
+THE TRAVELING MUSICIANS
+
+
+I. HOW THEY SET OUT
+
+|A Farmer had an Ass that had been a faithful servant to him a great
+many years. But the Ass was growing old, and every day was more and more
+unfit for work.
+
+His master was tired of keeping him, and began to think of putting an
+end to him. But the Ass saw there was mischief in the wind and took
+himself off slyly. He set out toward the great city. “There,” thought
+he, “people will like to hear me bray, and I shall earn my living as a
+musician.”
+
+He had traveled a little way when he spied a Dog by the wayside. The Dog
+was lying down, and panting as if he were very tired.
+
+“What makes you pant so, my friend?” asked the Ass.
+
+“Alas!” said the Dog, “my master was about to knock me on the head. I am
+old and weak, and can no longer hunt as I used. So I ran away. But how
+can I earn a living?”
+
+“Hark ye,” said the Ass; “I am going to the great city to be a musician;
+suppose you go with me, and try what you can do in the same way.”
+
+“Very well,” said the Dog, and they jogged on together.
+
+They had not gone far before they saw a Cat sitting in the middle of the
+road. The Cat wore a very sad face.
+
+“Pray, my good lady,” said the Ass, “what is the matter with you? You
+look quite out of sorts.”
+
+“Ah me!” said the Cat, “well I may. How can I be in good spirits, when I
+fear for my life? I am beginning to grow old, and I like to lie at my
+ease by the fire, and not to run about the house after mice. So my
+mistress laid hold of me, and was about to drown me. I was lucky enough
+to get away from her. But what am I to live on?”
+
+“Oh!” said the Ass, “come with us to the great city. You are a good
+night-singer, and may make your fortune as a musician.”
+
+“Well said,” said the Cat, and she joined the party.
+
+On they went, until they came to a farm-yard. There they saw a Cock
+perched upon the gate, and the Cock was crowing with all his might and
+main.
+
+“Bravo!” said the Ass; “upon my word you make a famous noise; pray, what
+is all this about?”
+
+“Why,” said the Cock, “I was just now saying that it was going to be
+fine weather, when lo! the cook claps her hands to her ears, and says
+she means to cut my head off, and make broth of me for the guests that
+are coming to-morrow.”
+
+“What a shame!” said the Ass. “But come with us, Master Cock. It will be
+better than to stay here and have your head cut off. Besides, who knows?
+If we take care to sing in tune, we may get up some kind of concert; so,
+come along with us.”
+
+“With all my heart,” said the Cock; and they all four went on their way.
+
+
+II. HOW THEY GAVE A CONCERT
+
+They could not reach the great city the first day. So, when night came
+on, they went into the wood to sleep. The Ass and the Dog lay down under
+a great tree; the Cat climbed up and sat on a branch; the Cock flew up
+to the top of the tree, for that was a very safe place.
+
+Before he went to sleep, he looked out on all sides to see if the world
+were quiet. Afar off he saw something bright, and he called out to the
+others:--
+
+“There must be a house no great way off, for I see a light.”
+
+“If that be the case,” said the Ass, “let us change our quarters, for
+our lodging here is not the best in the world.”
+
+“So say I,” said the Dog. “I should not be the worse for a bone or two,
+or a bit of meat.” So off they all went to the spot where the Cock had
+seen the light. As they drew near, it became larger and brighter, till
+at last they came close to a house in which a gang of robbers lived.
+
+The Ass was the tallest of the company, so he marched up to the window
+and peeped in.
+
+“Well, Ass,” said the Cock, “what do you see?”
+
+“What do I see? Why, I see a table spread with all sorts of good things,
+and men sitting round it, making merry.”
+
+“That would be a fine place for us to live in,” said the Cock.
+
+“Yes,” said the Ass, “if we only could get in.” So they all talked
+the matter over, and at last hit upon a plan. The Ass stood on his
+hind-legs, with his fore-feet resting on the window-sill; the Dog got
+upon his back; the Cat scrambled up to the Dog’s shoulders; and the Cock
+flew up and sat upon the Cat’s head.
+
+[Illustration: 0176]
+
+When all was ready, they began their music. The Ass brayed, the Dog
+barked, the Cat mewed, and the Cock crowed; and then they all broke
+through the window at once, and came tumbling into the room. The glass
+fell with a smash upon the floor, and there was a great clatter.
+
+The robbers started when they heard the music. They were scared out of
+their wits when the Traveling Musicians came tumbling into the room. So
+they took to their heels at once.
+
+
+III. HOW THEY MADE THEMSELVES AT HOME
+
+As soon as they were gone, the Traveling Musicians sat down at the
+table. They ate all that the robbers had left, and as they were very
+hungry, they ate very fast.
+
+Then, when they had cleared the table, they put out the lights, and each
+found a place in which to sleep. The Ass lay upon a heap of straw in
+the yard; the Dog stretched himself upon a mat behind the door; the
+Cat rolled herself up on the hearth before the warm ashes; and the Cock
+perched upon a beam at the top of the house. They were all tired and
+soon fell asleep.
+
+After some time the robbers, who had not fled far, got over their
+fright. They saw that the lights were out, and that all was quiet. They
+began to think they had been frightened at nothing. One, bolder than the
+rest, crept back to the house. All was still; all was dark.
+
+He made his way into the kitchen, and groped about to find a candle. He
+found the candle, and then went to the fire, as he thought, to light his
+candle. But the live coals which he thought he saw were the two fiery
+eyes of the Cat.
+
+He held the candle close, to light it, but the Cat, not liking the joke,
+sprang at his face, and spit, and scratched him. Away he ran to the
+door. But there the Dog jumped up and bit him in the leg. As he was
+crossing the yard, the Ass kicked him, and the Cock, now awake, crowed
+with all his might.
+
+At this the robber ran back to his comrades, as fast as his legs could
+carry him. He told them that a horrid witch had got into the house, and
+had spit at him, and scratched his face with long bony fingers. A man
+with a knife in his hand hid behind the door, and stabbed him in the
+leg. A black monster stood in the yard, and struck him with a club. And
+the judge sat upon the top of the house, and cried out:--
+
+“Throw the rascal up here!”
+
+After this, the robbers never dared to go back to the house. The
+Traveling Musicians were so pleased with their quarters, that they took
+up their abode there, and there they are, I dare say, at this very day.
+
+
+
+
+BELLING THE CAT
+
+|There was a sly Cat in a house, and the Mice were so plagued with her
+at every turn, that they called a council to plan a way by which they
+might guard against being caught by her.
+
+“If you will be ruled by me,” says one of the Mice, “there’s nothing
+like hanging a bell about the Cat’s neck, to give warning when Puss is
+coming.” They all thought that a capital plan.
+
+“Well,” says another, “and now we are agreed upon the bell, say, who
+shall hang it upon the Cat’s neck?” But there was no one ready to bell
+the Cat.
+
+
+
+
+THE WOLF AND THE CRANE
+
+[Illustration: 0180]
+
+|A Wolf once had a bone stuck in his throat, and offered to pay the
+Crane well if she would thrust her long bill down and draw the bone out.
+
+When she had done this, she asked for her pay. Then the Wolf laughed,
+and showed his teeth, and said:--
+
+“Is it not enough for you that you have had your head in a Wolf’s mouth,
+and have drawn it out again safely? What more do you want?”
+
+
+
+
+THE WOLF AND THE SHEPHERD
+
+|A Wolf once walked behind a flock of Sheep, and did them no harm. At
+first, the Shepherd treated him as an enemy, and kept watch against him.
+But when the Wolf made no sign of hurting the Sheep, the Shepherd began
+to think he was quite as good as a watch-dog.
+
+So one day, when the Shepherd wished to go to the city, he left the
+Sheep in the care of this quiet Wolf. That was the chance the Wolf
+wanted, and he made sad havoc with the flock. When the Shepherd came
+back and saw the Sheep scattered, he said:--
+
+“It serves me right; for why did I trust Sheep to a Wolf?”
+
+
+
+
+THE FROGS ASK FOR A KING
+
+|In old times, the Frogs lived in a free and easy way, each one as he
+pleased. But the elders among them did not like this, and begged Jove to
+send them a king.
+
+Jove thought them very foolish, and tossed a log into the middle of the
+pond. The Frogs were scared out of their wits, and plunged at once into
+the deepest hole. By and by, they peeped out and saw that King Log was
+stock-still.
+
+They began to grow bolder; soon they laughed at King Log. Then they
+jumped up and sat on the log. That was not a king, they said, and off
+they went to Jove, and asked him to give them a new king.
+
+This time Jove gave them an Eel. But the Eel was stupid, and the Frogs
+liked him no better. They sent a third time to Jove.
+
+[Illustration: 0182]
+
+At this Jove was angry, and sent them a king of another sort. He sent
+them King Stork, and King Stork caught the Frogs, one by one, and ate
+them, till there was not one left.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+    </div>
+    <h1>
+      THE BOOK OF FABLES AND FOLK STORIES
+    </h1>
+    <h2>
+      By Horace E. Scudder
+    </h2>
+    <h4>
+      New Illustrated Edition <br /> <br /> Boston And New York Houghton Mifflin
+      Company
+    </h4>
+    <h5>
+      1882
+    </h5>
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+    <p>
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+    <p>
+      <b>CONTENTS</b>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> PUBLISHERS&rsquo; NOTE </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0002"> THE BOOK OF FABLES AND FOLK STORIES </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0003"> LITTLE RED-RIDING-HOOD </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0004"> THE GOOSE THAT LAID GOLDEN EGGS </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0005"> THE DOG IN THE MANGER </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0006"> THE FOX AND THE GRAPES </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0007"> LITTLE ONE EYE, LITTLE TWO EYES, AND LITTLE
+      THREE EYES </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0008"> THE WIND AND THE SUN </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0009"> THE CROW AND THE PITCHER </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0010"> THE BOYS AND THE FROGS </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0011"> A COUNTRY FELLOW AND THE RIVER </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0012"> PUSS IN BOOTS </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0013"> THE FARMER&rsquo;S SONS </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0014"> THE LION AND THE BEAR </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0015"> THE LION AND THE MOUSE </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0016"> THE ELVES AND THE SHOEMAKER </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0017"> THE STAG AND THE LION </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0018"> THE STAR-GAZER </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0019"> THE FOX AND THE LION </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0020"> THE FARMER AND THE STORK </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0021"> THE DOG AND THE WOLF </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0022"> THE FOX IN THE WELL </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0023"> THE TWO PACKS </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0024"> THE DOG AND HIS IMAGE </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0025"> THE FOX AND THE STORK </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0026"> THE SPENDTHRIFT AND THE SWALLOW </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0027"> JACK AND THE BEAN-STALK </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0028"> THE FROG AND THE OX </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0029"> THE MILLER, HIS SON, AND THEIR ASS </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0030"> CINDERELLA, OR THE GLASS SLIPPER </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0031"> THE WOLF IN SHEEP&rsquo;S CLOTHING </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0032"> THE ARAB AND HIS CAMEL </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0033"> TOM THUMB </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0034"> THE TORTOISE AND THE HARE </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0035"> THE COUNTRY MOUSE AND THE TOWN MOUSE </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0036"> THE GNAT AND THE BULL </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0037"> THE SLEEPING BEAUTY IN THE WOOD </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0038"> THE ANT AND THE GRASSHOPPER </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0039"> THE LION AND THE FOX </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0040"> DICK WHITTINGTON AND HIS CAT </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0041"> THE CAT, THE MONKEY, AND THE CHESTNUTS </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0042"> THE LARK AND HER YOUNG ONES </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0043"> THE FLIES AND THE POT OF HONEY </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0044"> BEAUTY AND THE BEAST </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0045"> THE WOLF AND THE LAMB </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0046"> THE TRAVELERS AND THE BEAR </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0047"> THE TORTOISE AND THE EAGLE </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0048"> THE WHITE CAT </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0049"> THE LION, THE ASS, AND THE FOX </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0050"> THE JACKDAW AND THE DOVES </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0051"> THE FOUR BULLS AND THE LION </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0052"> THE COUNTRY MAID AND HER MILK-PAIL </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0053"> THE CAT, THE WEASEL, AND THE YOUNG RABBIT </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0054"> THE TRAVELING MUSICIANS </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0055"> BELLING THE CAT </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0056"> THE WOLF AND THE CRANE </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0057"> THE WOLF AND THE SHEPHERD </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0058"> THE FROGS ASK FOR A KING </a>
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      PUBLISHERS&rsquo; NOTE
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      For more than a generation Mr. Scudder&rsquo;s <i>Book of Fables and Folk
+      Stories</i> has been a prime favorite with young readers. It has seemed to
+      the publishers that a book which has maintained its popularity so long
+      might well be furnished with illustrations more in accordance with the
+      taste of the present day than those which were originally used. All the
+      old pictures have therefore been replaced by drawings made by a modern
+      artist, and it is hoped that readers of the volume will find its old charm
+      heightened by this new feature.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      4 Park St., Boston October, 1919
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE BOOK OF FABLES AND FOLK STORIES
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      LITTLE RED-RIDING-HOOD
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0003" id="linkimage-0003"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="figleft" style="width:20%;">
+      <img src="images/9015.jpg" alt="9015 " width="100%" /><br /><a
+      href="images/9015.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </div>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">O</span>nce upon a time
+      there lived in a certain village a little girl. Her mother was very fond
+      of her, and her grandmother loved her even more. This good old woman made
+      for her a red cloak, which suited the child so well that ever after she
+      was called Little Red-Riding-Hood. One day her mother made some cakes, and
+      said to Little Red-Riding-Hood:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Go, my dear, and see how grandmother does, for I hear that she has
+      been very ill. Carry her a cake and a little pot of butter.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Little Red-Riding-Hood set out at once to go to her grandmother, who lived
+      in another village. As she was going through the wood she met a large
+      Wolf. He had a very great mind to eat her up; but he dared not, for there
+      were some wood-choppers near by. So he asked her:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Where are you going, little girl?&rdquo; The poor child did not
+      know that it was dangerous to stop and talk with the Wolf, and she said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I am going to see my grandmother, and carry her a cake and a little
+      pot of butter from my mother.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Does she live far off?&rdquo; asked the Wolf.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, yes. It is beyond that mill, at the first house in the village.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well,&rdquo; said the Wolf, &ldquo;I will go and see her, too. I
+      will go this way; do you go that, and we will see who will be there
+      soonest.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At this the Wolf began to run as fast as he could, taking the nearest way,
+      and Little Red-Riding-Hood went by the farthest. She stopped often to
+      chase a butterfly, or pluck a flower, and so she was a good while on the
+      way. The Wolf was soon at the old woman&rsquo;s house, and knocked at the
+      door&mdash;tap, tap!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Who is there?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Your grandchild, Little Red-Riding-Hood,&rdquo; replied the Wolf,
+      changing his voice. &ldquo;I have brought you a cake and a pot of butter
+      from mother.&rdquo; The good grandmother, who was ill in bed, called out:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Pull the string, and the latch will go up.&rdquo; The Wolf pulled
+      the string, and the latch went up. The door opened, and he jumped in, and
+      fell upon the old woman, and ate her up in less than no time, for he had
+      not tasted food for three days. He then shut the door, and got into the
+      grandmother&rsquo;s bed. By and by, Little Red-Riding-Hood came and
+      knocked at the door&mdash;tap, tap!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Who is there?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Little Red-Riding-Hood heard the big voice of the Wolf, and at first she
+      was afraid. Then she thought her grandmother must have a bad cold, so she
+      answered:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Little Red-Riding-Hood. I have brought you a cake and a pot of
+      butter from mother.&rdquo; The Wolf softened his voice as much as he
+      could, and called out:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Pull the string, and the latch will go up.&rdquo; Little
+      Red-Riding-Hood pulled the string, and the latch went up, and the door
+      opened. The Wolf was hiding under the bedclothes and called out in a
+      muffled voice:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Put the cake and the pot of butter on the shelf, and come to bed.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Little Red-Riding-Hood made ready for bed. Then she looked with wonder at
+      her grandmother, who had changed so much, and she said:&mdash;&ldquo;Grandmother,
+      what great arms you have!&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The better to hug you, my dear.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Grandmother, what great ears you have!&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The better to hear you, my dear.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Grandmother, what great eyes you have!&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The better to see you, my dear.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Grandmother, what great teeth you have!&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The better to eat you.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      And at this the wicked Wolf sprang up and fell upon poor Little
+      Red-Riding-Hood and ate her all up.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE GOOSE THAT LAID GOLDEN EGGS
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>here was a man who
+      once had a Goose that always laid golden eggs, one every day in the year.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Now, he thought there must be gold inside of her. So he wrung her neck and
+      laid her open.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He found that she was exactly like all other geese. He thought to find
+      riches, and lost the little he had.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      This fable teaches that one should be content with what one has, and not
+      be greedy.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0004" id="linkimage-0004"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0019m.jpg" alt="0019m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0019.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE DOG IN THE MANGER
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> Dog once made his
+      bed in a manger. He could not eat the grain there, and he would not let
+      the Ox eat it, who could.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0006" id="link2H_4_0006"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE FOX AND THE GRAPES
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> hungry Fox found
+      some bunches of grapes upon a vine high up a tree. He tried to get at
+      them, but could not. So he left them hanging there and went off, saying to
+      himself:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;They are sour grapes.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0005" id="linkimage-0005"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0020m.jpg" alt="0020m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0020.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      That is what people sometimes do when they cannot get what they want&mdash;they
+      make believe that what they want is good for nothing.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0007" id="link2H_4_0007"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      LITTLE ONE EYE, LITTLE TWO EYES, AND LITTLE THREE EYES
+    </h2>
+    <h3>
+      I. THE GOAT
+    </h3>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>here was once a
+      woman who had three daughters. The eldest was called Little One Eye,
+      because she had only one eye in the middle of her forehead. The second was
+      called Little Two Eyes, because she had two eyes like other people. The
+      youngest was called Little Three Eyes, because she had three eyes; the
+      third eye was in the middle of her forehead.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Because Little Two Eyes looked like other people, her sisters and her
+      mother could not bear her. They said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;You have two eyes and are no better than anybody else. You do not
+      belong to us.&rdquo; They knocked her about, and gave her shabby clothes,
+      and fed her with food left over from their meals.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      One day Little Two Eyes was sent into the fields to look after the goat.
+      She was hungry, because her sisters had given her so little to eat, and
+      she sat down and began to cry. She cried so hard that a little stream of
+      tears ran out of each eye. All at once a wise woman stood near her, and
+      asked:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Little Two Eyes, why do you cry?&rdquo; Little Two Eyes said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Have I not need to cry? Because I have two eyes, like other people,
+      my sisters and my mother cannot bear me. They knock me about and they give
+      me shabby clothes. They feed me only with the food left over from their
+      table. To-day they have given me so little that I am very hungry.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The wise woman said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Little Two Eyes, dry your eyes, and I will tell you what to do.
+      Only say to your goat: &lsquo;Little goat, bleat; little table, rise,&rsquo;
+      and a table will stand before you, covered with food. Eat as much as you
+      like. When you have had all you want, only say: &lsquo;Little goat, bleat;
+      little table, away,&rsquo; and it will be gone.&rdquo; Then the wise woman
+      disappeared. Little Two Eyes thought: &ldquo;I must try at once, for I am
+      too hungry to wait.&rdquo; So she said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Little goat, bleat; little table, rise,&rdquo; and there stood
+      before her a little table covered with a white cloth. On it were laid a
+      plate, knife and fork, and silver spoon. The nicest food was on the plate,
+      smoking hot. Then Little Two Eyes began to eat, and found the food very
+      good. When she had had enough, she said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Little goat, bleat; little table, away.&rdquo; In an instant the
+      table was gone.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;That is a fine way to keep house,&rdquo; thought Little Two Eyes.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At the end of the day Little Two Eyes drove her goat home. She found a
+      dish with some food in it. Her sisters had put it aside for her, but she
+      did not taste it. She did not need it.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The next day she went out again with her goat, and did not take the few
+      crusts which her sisters put aside for her. This went on for several days.
+      At last her sisters said to each other:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;All is not right with Little Two Eyes. She always leaves her food.
+      She used to eat all that was given her. She must have found some other way
+      to be fed.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      They meant to find out what Little Two Eyes did. So the next time that
+      Little Two Eyes set out, Little One Eye came to her and said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I will go with you into the field, and see that the goat is well
+      taken care of, and feeds in the best pasture.&rdquo; But Little Two Eyes
+      saw what Little One Eye had in her mind. So she drove the goat into the
+      long grass, and said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Come, Little One Eye, we will sit down and I will sing to you.&rdquo;
+      Little One Eye sat down. She was tired after her long walk in the hot sun,
+      and Little Two Eyes began to sing:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Are you awake, Little One Eye? Are you asleep, Little One Eye? Are
+      you awake, Little One Eye? Are you asleep, Little One Eye? Are you awake?
+      Are you asleep? Awake? Asleep?&rdquo; By this time Little One Eye had shut
+      her one eye and was fast asleep. When Little Two Eyes saw this, she said
+      softly:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Little goat, bleat; little table, rise;&rdquo; and she sat at the
+      table and ate and drank till she had had enough. Then she said as before:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Little goat, bleat; little table, away,&rdquo; and in a twinkling
+      all was gone.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Little Two Eyes now awoke Little One Eye, and said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Little One Eye, why do you not watch? You have been asleep, and the
+      goat could have run all over the world. Come! let us go home.&rdquo; So
+      home they went, and Little Two Eyes again did not touch the dish. The
+      others asked Little One Eye what Little Two Eyes did in the field. But she
+      could only say:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, I fell asleep out there.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      II. THE TREE
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      The next day, the mother said to Little Three Eyes:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;This time <i>you</i> must go with Little Two Eyes, and see if any
+      one brings her food and drink.&rdquo; Then Little Three Eyes said to
+      Little Two Eyes:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I will go with you into the field, and see that the goat is well
+      taken care of, and feeds in the best pasture.&rdquo; But Little Two Eyes
+      saw what Little Three Eyes had in her mind. So she drove the goat into the
+      long grass, and said:&mdash;&ldquo;Come, Little Three Eyes, we will sit
+      down, and I will sing to you.&rdquo; Little Three Eyes sat down. She was
+      tired after her long walk in the hot sun, and Little Two Eyes began to
+      sing, as before:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Are you awake, Little Three Eyes?&rdquo; but instead of going on,&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Are you asleep, Little Three Eyes?&rdquo; she did not think, and
+      sang:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Are you asleep, Little Two Eyes?&rdquo; and went on:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Are you awake, Little Three Eyes? Are you asleep, Little Two Eyes?
+      Are you awake? Are you asleep? Awake? Asleep?&rdquo; By this time the two
+      eyes of Little Three Eyes fell asleep. But the third eye did not go to
+      sleep, for it was not spoken to by the verse. Little Three Eyes, to be
+      sure, shut it, and made believe that it went to sleep. Then she opened it
+      a little way and watched Little Two Eyes.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When Little Two Eyes thought Little Three Eyes was fast asleep, she said
+      softly:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Little goat, bleat; little table, rise;&rdquo; and she sat at the
+      table and ate and drank till she had had enough. Then she said as before:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Little goat, bleat; little table, away.&rdquo; But Little Three
+      Eyes had seen everything. Little Two Eyes now woke Little Three Eyes, and
+      said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Little Three Eyes, why do you not watch? You have been asleep, and
+      the goat could have run all over the world. Come! let us go home.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So home they went, and Little Two Eyes again did not touch the dish. Then
+      Little Three Eyes said to the mother:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I know why the proud thing does not eat. She says to the goat:
+      &lsquo;Little goat, bleat; little table, rise,&rsquo; and there stands a
+      table before her. It is covered with the very best of things to eat, much
+      better than anything we have. When she has had enough to eat, she says:
+      &lsquo;Little goat, bleat; little table, away,&rsquo; and all is gone. I
+      have seen it just as it is. She put two of my eyes to sleep, but the one
+      in my forehead stayed awake.&rdquo; Then the mother cried out:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Shall she be better off than we are?&rdquo; With that she took a
+      knife and killed the goat. Poor Little Two Eyes went to the field, and sat
+      down and began to cry. All at once the wise woman stood near her, and
+      asked:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Little Two Eyes, why do you cry?&rdquo; Little Two Eyes said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Have I not need to cry? My mother has killed the goat. Now I must
+      suffer hunger and thirst again.&rdquo; The wise woman said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Little Two Eyes, dry your eyes, and I will tell you what to do. Beg
+      your sisters to give you the heart of the goat. Then bury it in the ground
+      before the door of the house. All will go well with you.&rdquo; Then the
+      wise woman was gone, and Little Two Eyes went home and said to her
+      sisters:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Sisters, give me some part of my goat. I do not ask for anything
+      but the heart.&rdquo; They laughed, and said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;You can have that, if you do not want anything else.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Little Two Eyes took the heart and buried it in the ground before the door
+      of the house.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Next morning the sisters woke and saw a splendid tree in front of the
+      house. It had leaves of silver and fruit of gold. It was wonderful to
+      behold; and they could not think how the tree had come there in the night.
+      Only Little Two Eyes knew that the tree had grown out of the heart of the
+      goat. Then the mother said to Little One Eye:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Climb up, my child, and pluck some fruit from the tree.&rdquo;
+      Little One Eye climbed the tree. She put out her hand to take a golden
+      apple, but the branch sprang back. This took place every time. Try as hard
+      as she could, she could not get a single apple. Then the mother said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Little Three Eyes, you climb up. You can see better with your three
+      eyes than Little One Eye can.&rdquo; Down came Little One Eye, and Little
+      Three Eyes climbed the tree. She put out her hand, and the branch sprang
+      back as it had from Little One Eye. At last the mother tried, but it was
+      the same with her. She could not get a single apple. Then Little Two Eyes
+      said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Let me try.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;You!&rdquo; they all cried. &ldquo;You, with your two eyes like
+      other people! What can you do?&rdquo; But Little Two Eyes climbed the
+      tree, and the branch did not spring back. The golden apples dropped into
+      her hands, and she brought down her apron full of them. Her mother took
+      them away from her, and her two sisters were angry because they had
+      failed, and they were more cruel than ever to Little Two Eyes.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      III. THE PRINCE
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      While they stood by the tree, the Prince came riding near on a fine horse.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Quick, Little Two Eyes,&rdquo; said her sisters, &ldquo;creep under
+      this cask; we are ashamed of you.&rdquo; And they threw an empty cask over
+      her, and pushed the golden apples under it.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The Prince rode up and gazed at the splendid tree. &ldquo;Is this splendid
+      tree yours?&rdquo; he asked of the sisters. &ldquo;If you will give me a
+      branch from it, I will give you anything you wish.&rdquo; Then Little One
+      Eye and Little Three Eyes said the tree was theirs, and they would break
+      off a branch for him. They put out their hands, but again the branches
+      sprang back. Then the Prince said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;This is very strange. The tree is yours, and yet you cannot pluck
+      the fruit.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      They kept on saying that the tree was theirs, but while they were saying
+      this, Little Two Eyes rolled a few of the apples out from under the cask.
+      The Prince saw them, and asked:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Why! where did these golden apples come from? Who is under the
+      cask?&rdquo; Little One Eye and Little Three Eyes told the Prince that
+      they had a sister.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;But she does not show herself,&rdquo; they said. &ldquo;She is just
+      like other people. She has two eyes.&rdquo; Then the Prince called:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Little Two Eyes! come out!&rdquo; So Little Two Eyes was very glad
+      and crept out from under the cask.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Can you get me a branch from the tree?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; said Little Two Eyes, &ldquo;I can, for the tree is
+      mine.&rdquo; Then she climbed the tree and broke off a branch. It had
+      silver leaves and golden fruit, and she gave it to the Prince. Then the
+      Prince said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Little Two Eyes, what shall I give you for it?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh,&rdquo; said Little Two Eyes, &ldquo;I suffer hunger and thirst
+      all day long. If you would take me with you, I should be happy.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So the Prince lifted Little Two Eyes upon his horse, and they rode away.
+      He took her to his father&rsquo;s house and made her Princess, and she had
+      plenty to eat and drink and good clothes to wear. Best of all, the Prince
+      loved her, and she had no more hard knocks and cross words.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Now, when Little Two Eyes rode away with the Prince, the sisters said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, we shall have the tree. We may not pluck the fruit, but every
+      one will stop to see it and come to us and praise it.&rdquo; But the next
+      morning when they went to look at the tree, it was gone.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Little Two Eyes lived long and happily. One day, two poor women came to
+      her, and asked for something to eat. Little Two Eyes looked at their faces
+      and knew them. They were Little One Eye and Little Three Eyes. They were
+      so poor that they were begging bread from door to door. Little Two Eyes
+      brought them into the house and was very good to them. Then they both were
+      sorry for the evil they had once done their sister.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0008" id="link2H_4_0008"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE WIND AND THE SUN
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span> he Wind and the
+      Sun had a dispute as to which of the two was the stronger. They agreed
+      that the one should be called stronger who should first make a man in the
+      road take off his cloak.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The Wind began to blow great guns, but the man only drew his cloak closer
+      about him to keep out the cold. At last the gust was over.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then the Sun took his turn. He shone and it was warm and bright. The man
+      opened his cloak, threw it back, and at last took it off, and lay down in
+      the shade where it was cool.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So the Sun carried his point against the Wind.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      This fable teaches that gentleness often succeeds better than force.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0009" id="link2H_4_0009"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE CROW AND THE PITCHER
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0006" id="linkimage-0006"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0032m.jpg" alt="0032m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0032.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> Crow who was very
+      thirsty found a Pitcher with a little water in it. But the water lay so
+      low that she could not come at it.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      She tried first to break the Pitcher, and then to overturn it, but it was
+      too strong and too heavy for her. At last she thought of a way.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      She dropped a great many little pebbles into the Pitcher, until she had
+      raised the water so that she could reach it.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0010" id="link2H_4_0010"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE BOYS AND THE FROGS
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> company of Boys
+      were watching some Frogs by the side of a pond, and as fast as any of the
+      Frogs lifted their heads the Boys would pelt them down again with stones.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Boys,&rdquo; said one of the Frogs, &ldquo;you forget that, though
+      this may be fun for you, it is death to us.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0011" id="link2H_4_0011"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      A COUNTRY FELLOW AND THE RIVER
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> stupid Boy was
+      sent to market by his Mother to sell butter and cheese. He made a stop by
+      the way at a swift river, and laid himself down on the bank to watch until
+      it should run out.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      About midnight, home he went to his Mother, with all his market goods back
+      again.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Why, how now, my Son?&rdquo; said she. &ldquo;What have we here?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Why, Mother, yonder is a river that has been running all this day,
+      and I stayed till just now, waiting for it to run out; and there it is,
+      running still.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;My Son,&rdquo; said the good woman, &ldquo;thy head and mine will
+      be laid in the grave many a day before this river has all run by. You will
+      never sell your butter and cheese if you wait for that.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0012" id="link2H_4_0012"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      PUSS IN BOOTS
+    </h2>
+    <h3>
+      I. PUSS GOES A-HUNTING
+    </h3>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>here was once an
+      old miller, and when he died he left nothing to his three sons except his
+      mill, an ass, and a cat. The eldest son took the mill, the second son took
+      the ass, and so the cat fell to the youngest. This poor fellow looked very
+      sober, and said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What am I to do? My brothers can take care of themselves with a
+      mill and an ass. But I can only eat the cat and sell his skin. Then what
+      will be left? I shall die of hunger.&rdquo; The cat heard these words and
+      looked up at his master.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Do not be troubled,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;Give me a bag and get me
+      a pair of boots, and I will soon show you what I can do.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The young man did not see what the cat could do, but he knew he could do
+      many strange things. He had seen him hang stiff by his hind legs as if he
+      were dead. He had seen him hide himself in the meal tub. Oh, the cat was a
+      wise one! Besides, what else was there for the young man to do?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So he got a bag and a pair of boots for the cat. Puss drew on the boots
+      and hung the bag about his neck. Then he took hold of the two strings of
+      the bag with his fore paws and set off for a place where there were some
+      rabbits.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He filled his bag with bran and left the mouth of the bag open. Then he
+      lay down, shut his eyes, and seemed to be sound asleep. Soon a young
+      rabbit smelled the bran and saw the open bag. He went headlong into it,
+      and at once the cat drew the strings and caught the rabbit.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Puss now went to the palace, and asked to speak to the king. So he was
+      brought before the king. He made a low bow and said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Sire, this is a rabbit which my master bade me bring to you.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;And who is your master?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;He is the Marquis of Carabas,&rdquo; said the cat. This was a title
+      which Puss took it into his head to give to his master.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Tell your master that I accept his gift,&rdquo; said the king, and
+      Puss went off in his boots. In a few days he hid himself with his bag in a
+      cornfield. This time he caught two partridges, and carried them to the
+      king. The king sent his thanks to the Marquis of Carabas, and made a
+      present to Puss.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So things went on for some time. Every week Puss brought some game to the
+      king, and the king began to think the Marquis of Carabas a famous hunter.
+      Now it chanced that the king and his daughter were about to take a drive
+      along the banks of a river. Puss heard of it and went to his master.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Master,&rdquo; said he, &ldquo;do just as I tell you, and your
+      fortune will be made. You need only go and bathe in the river, and leave
+      the rest to me.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Very well,&rdquo; said his master. He did as the cat told him, but
+      he did not know what it all meant. While he was in the river, the king and
+      the princess drove by. Puss jumped out of the bushes and began to bawl:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Help! help! the Marquis of Carabas is drowning! save him!&rdquo;
+      The king heard and looked out of his carriage. There he saw the cat that
+      had brought him so much game, and he bade his men run to help the Marquis.
+      When he was out of the river, Puss came forward, and told what had
+      happened.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0007" id="linkimage-0007"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0037m.jpg" alt="0037m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0037.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;My master was bathing, and some robbers came and stole his clothes.
+      I ran after them and cried, &lsquo;Stop, thief!&rsquo; but they got away.
+      Then my master was carried beyond his depth, and would have drowned, if
+      you had not come by with your men.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At this the king bade one of his servants ride back and bring a fine suit
+      of clothes for the Marquis, and they all waited. So, at last, the Marquis
+      of Carabas came up to the carriage, dressed much more finely than he ever
+      had been in his life. He was a handsome fellow, and he looked so well that
+      the king at once bade him enter the carriage.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      II. PUSS AND THE LION
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Puss now had things quite to his mind. He ran on before, and came to a
+      meadow, where some men were mowing grass. He stopped before them, and
+      said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The king is coming this way. You must tell him that this field
+      belongs to the Marquis of Carabas, or you shall all be chopped as fine as
+      mince-meat.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;When the carriage came by, the king put his head out, and said to
+      the men:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;This is good grass land. Who owns it?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The Marquis of Carabas,&rdquo; they all said, for Puss had thrown
+      them into a great fright.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;You have a fine estate, Marquis,&rdquo; said the king.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes, Sire,&rdquo; he replied, tossing his head; &ldquo;it pays me
+      well.&rdquo; Puss still ran before the carriage, and came soon to some
+      reapers.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Tell the king,&rdquo; he cried, &ldquo;that all this grain belongs
+      to the Marquis of Carabas, or you shall all be chopped as fine as
+      mince-meat.&rdquo; The king now came by, and asked the reapers who owned
+      the grain they were cutting.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0008" id="linkimage-0008"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0039m.jpg" alt="0039m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0039.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The Marquis of Carabas,&rdquo; they said. So it Went on. Puss bade
+      the men in the fields call the Marquis of Carabas their lord, or it would
+      go hard with them. The king was amazed. The Marquis took it all with a
+      grand air. It was easy to see that he was a very rich and great man. The
+      princess sat in the corner of the carriage, and thought the Marquis no
+      mean fellow.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At last they drew near the castle of the one who really owned all the
+      fields they had passed through. Puss asked about him, and found he was a
+      monster who made every one about him very much afraid. Puss sent in word
+      that he should like to pay his respects, and the monster bade him come in.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I have been told,&rdquo; said Puss, &ldquo;that you can change
+      yourself into any kind of animal. They say you can even make yourself a
+      lion.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;To be sure I can,&rdquo; said the monster. &ldquo;Do you not
+      believe it? Look, and you shall see me become a lion at once.&rdquo; When
+      Puss saw a lion before him he was in a great fright, and got as far away
+      as he could. There he stayed till the lion became a monster again.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;That was dreadful!&rdquo; said Puss. &ldquo;I was nearly dead with
+      fear. But it must be much harder to make yourself small. They do say that
+      you can turn into a mouse, but I do not believe it.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Not believe it!&rdquo; cried the monster. &ldquo;You shall see!&rdquo;
+      So he made himself at once into a mouse, and began running over the floor.
+      In a twinkling Puss pounced upon him and gave him one shake. That was the
+      end of the monster.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      By this time the king had reached the gates of the castle, and thought he
+      would like to see so fine a place. Puss heard the wheels, and ran down
+      just as the king drove up to the door.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Welcome!&rdquo; he said, as he stood on the steps of the castle.
+      &ldquo;Welcome to the castle of the Marquis of Carabas!&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What! my lord Marquis,&rdquo; said the king, &ldquo;does this
+      castle, too, belong to you? I never saw anything so fine. I should really
+      like to enter.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Your majesty is welcome!&rdquo; said the young man, bowing low,
+      taking off the cap which the king had given him. Then he gave his hand to
+      the princess, and they went up the steps. Puss danced before them in his
+      boots.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      They came into a great hall, and there they found a feast spread. The
+      monster had asked some friends to dine with him that day, but the news
+      went about that the king was at the castle, and so they dared not go.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The king was amazed at all he saw, and the princess went behind him, just
+      as much pleased. The Marquis of Carabas said little. He held his head high
+      and played with his sword.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When dinner was over, the king took the Marquis one side, and said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;You have only to say the word, my lord Marquis, and you shall be
+      the son-in-law of your king.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So the Marquis married the princess, and Puss in Boots became a great
+      lord, and hunted mice for mere sport, just when he pleased.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0013" id="link2H_4_0013"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE FARMER&rsquo;S SONS
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> farmer&rsquo;s
+      Sons once fell out. The Farmer tried to make peace between them, but he
+      could not. Then he bade them bring him some sticks. These he tied together
+      into a bundle, and gave the bundle to each of his Sons in turn, and told
+      him to break it. Each Son tried, but could not.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then he untied the bundle and gave them each one stick to break. This they
+      did easily, and he said: &ldquo;So is it with you, my Sons. If you are all
+      of the same mind, your enemies can do you no harm. But if you quarrel,
+      they will easily get the better of you.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0014" id="link2H_4_0014"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE LION AND THE BEAR
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> Lion and a Bear
+      chanced to fall upon a Fawn at the same time, and they began to fight for
+      it. They fought so fiercely that at last they fell down, entirely worn out
+      and almost dead.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      A Fox, passing that way, saw them stretched out, and the Fawn dead between
+      them. He stole in slyly, seized the Fawn, and ran away with it for his own
+      dinner. When they saw this, they could not stir, but they cried out:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;How foolish we were to take all this trouble for the Fox!&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0015" id="link2H_4_0015"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE LION AND THE MOUSE
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0009" id="linkimage-0009"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0043m.jpg" alt="0043m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0043.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span>s a Lion lay
+      asleep, a Mouse ran into his mouth. The Lion shut his teeth together and
+      would have eaten him up, but the Mouse begged hard to be let out, saying:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;If you will let me go, I will repay you some day.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The Lion smiled, but let the Mouse out. Not long after, the Mouse had a
+      chance to repay him. The Lion was caught by some hunters, and bound with
+      ropes to a tree. The Mouse heard him roar and groan, and ran and gnawed
+      the ropes, so that the Lion got free.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then the Mouse said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;You laughed at me once, Lion, as if you could get nothing in return
+      for your kindness to me. But now it is you who owe your life to me.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0016" id="link2H_4_0016"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE ELVES AND THE SHOEMAKER
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>here was once a
+      Shoemaker who worked very hard and was honest. Still, he could not earn
+      enough to live on. At last, all he had in the world was gone except just
+      leather enough to make one pair of shoes. He cut these out at night, and
+      meant to rise early the next morning to make them up.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      His heart was light in spite of his troubles, for his conscience was
+      clear. So he went quietly to bed, left all his cares to God, and fell
+      asleep. In the morning he said his prayers and sat down to work, when, to
+      his great wonder, there stood the shoes, already made, upon the table.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The good man knew not what to say or think. He looked at the work. There
+      was not one false stitch in the whole job. All was neat and true.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      That same day a customer came in, and the shoes pleased him so well that
+      he readily paid a price higher than usual for them. The Shoemaker took the
+      money and bought leather enough to make two pairs more. He cut out the
+      work in the evening and went to bed early. He wished to be up with the sun
+      and get to work.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He was saved all trouble, for when he got up in the morning, the work was
+      done. Pretty soon buyers came in, who paid him well for his goods. So he
+      bought leather enough for four pairs more.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He cut out the work again over night, and found it finished in the morning
+      as before. So it went on for some time. What was got ready at night was
+      always done by daybreak, and the good man soon was well to do.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      One evening, at Christmas time, he and his wife sat over the fire,
+      chatting, and he said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I should like to sit up and watch to-night, that we may see who it
+      is that comes and does my work for me.&rdquo; So they left the light
+      burning, and hid themselves behind a curtain to see what would happen.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      As soon as it was midnight, there came two little Elves. They sat upon the
+      Shoemaker&rsquo;s bench, took up all the work that was cut out, and began
+      to ply their little fingers. They stitched and rapped and tapped at such a
+      rate that the Shoemaker was amazed, and could not take his eyes off them
+      for a moment.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      On they went till the job was done, and the shoes stood, ready for use,
+      upon the table. This was long before daybreak. Then they ran away as quick
+      as lightning. The next day the wife said to the Shoemaker:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;These little Elves have made us rich, and we ought to be thankful
+      to them and do them some good in return. I am vexed to see them run about
+      as they do. They have nothing upon their backs to keep off the cold. I&rsquo;ll
+      tell you what we must do; I will make each of them a shirt, and a coat and
+      waistcoat, and a pair of pantaloons into the bargain. Do you make each of
+      them a little pair of shoes.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The good Shoemaker liked the thought very well. One evening, he and his
+      wife had the clothes ready, and laid them on the table instead of the work
+      they used to cut out. Then they went and hid behind the curtain to watch
+      what the little Elves would do.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At midnight the Elves came in and were going to sit down at their work as
+      usual. But when they saw the clothes lying there for them, they laughed
+      and were in high glee.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0010" id="linkimage-0010"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0047m.jpg" alt="0047m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0047.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      They dressed themselves in the twinkling of an eye, and danced and capered
+      and sprang about as merry as could be, till at last they danced out of the
+      door, and over the green.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The Shoemaker saw them no more, but everything went well with him as long
+      as he lived.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0011" id="linkimage-0011"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0006m.jpg" alt="0006m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0006.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0017" id="link2H_4_0017"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE STAG AND THE LION
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> thirsty Stag came
+      to a spring to drink. As he drank, he looked into the water and saw
+      himself. He was very proud of his horns, when he saw how big they were and
+      what branches they had. But he looked at his feet, and took it hard that
+      they should be so thin and weak.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Now, while he was thinking about these things, a Lion sprang out and began
+      to chase him. The Stag turned and ran. As he was very fleet, he outran the
+      Lion so long as they were on the open plain. But when they came to a piece
+      of woods, the Stag&rsquo;s horns became caught in the branches of the
+      trees. He could not run, and the Lion caught up with him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      As the Lion fell upon him with his claws, the Stag cried oat:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What a wretch am I! I was made safe by the very parts I scorned,
+      and have come to my end by the parts I gloried in!&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0018" id="link2H_4_0018"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE STAR-GAZER
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> certain wise man
+      was wont to go out every evening and gaze at the stars. Once his walk took
+      him outside of the town, and as he was looking earnestly into the sky, he
+      fell into a ditch.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He was in a sad plight, and set up a cry. A man who was passing by heard
+      him, and stopped to see what was the matter.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Ah, sir,&rdquo; said he, &ldquo;when you are trying to make out
+      what is in the sky, you do not see what is on the earth.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0019" id="link2H_4_0019"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE FOX AND THE LION
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0012" id="linkimage-0012"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0049m.jpg" alt="0049m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0049.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> Fox who had never
+      seen a Lion happened one day to meet one. When he saw him, he was so
+      afraid that he almost died. When he met him a second time, he was afraid,
+      to be sure, but not as at first. The third time he saw him, the Fox was so
+      bold that he went up to the Lion and spoke to him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      This fable teaches that, when we get used to fearful things, they do not
+      frighten us so much as at first.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0020" id="link2H_4_0020"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE FARMER AND THE STORK
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0013" id="linkimage-0013"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0050m.jpg" alt="0050m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0050.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> Farmer set a net
+      in his field to catch the Cranes that were eating his grain. He caught the
+      Cranes, and with them a Stork also. The Stork was lame, and begged the
+      Farmer to let him go.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I am not a Crane,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;I am a Stork. I am a very
+      good bird, and take care of my father and mother. Look at the color of my
+      skin; it is not the same as the Crane&rsquo;s.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      But the Farmer said: &ldquo;I do not know how that is. I caught you with
+      the Cranes, and with the Cranes you must die.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      It is well to keep out of the way of wicked people, lest we fall into the
+      trap with them.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0021" id="link2H_4_0021"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE DOG AND THE WOLF
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> Dog was lying
+      asleep in front of a stable. A Wolf suddenly came upon him, and was about
+      to eat him, but the Dog begged for his life, saying:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I am lean and tough now; but wait a little, for my master is going
+      to give a feast, and then I shall have plenty to eat; I shall grow fat,
+      and make a better meal for you.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So the Wolf agreed, and went away. By and by he came back, and found the
+      Dog asleep on the house-top. He called to him to come down now and do as
+      he had agreed. But the Dog answered:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Good Wolf, if you ever catch me again asleep in front of the
+      stable, you had better not wait for the feast to come off.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      This fable teaches that wise men, when they escape danger, take care
+      afterwards not to run the same risk.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0022" id="link2H_4_0022"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE FOX IN THE WELL
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span>n unlucky Fox fell
+      into a well, and cried out for help. A Wolf heard him, and looked down to
+      see what the matter was.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Ah!&rdquo; said the Fox, &ldquo;pray lend a hand, friend, and get
+      me out of this.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0014" id="linkimage-0014"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0052m.jpg" alt="0052m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0052.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Poor creature,&rdquo; said the Wolf, &ldquo;how did this come
+      about? How long have you been here? You must be very cold.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Come, come,&rdquo; says the Fox, &ldquo;this is no time for pitying
+      and asking questions; get me out of the well first, and I will tell you
+      all about it afterwards.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0023" id="link2H_4_0023"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE TWO PACKS
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">E</span>very man carries
+      two Packs, one in front, the other behind, and each is full of faults. But
+      the one in front holds other people&rsquo;s faults, the one behind holds
+      his own. And so it is that men do not see their own faults at all, but see
+      very clearly the faults of others.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0024" id="link2H_4_0024"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE DOG AND HIS IMAGE
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0015" id="linkimage-0015"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0053m.jpg" alt="0053m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0053.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> Dog, with a bit
+      of meat in his mouth, was crossing a river. Looking down he saw his image
+      in the water, and thought it was another dog, with a bigger piece. So he
+      dropped what he had, and jumped into the water after the other piece. Thus
+      he lost both pieces: the one he really had, which he dropped; and the
+      other he wanted, which was no piece at all.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      This is a good fable for greedy people.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0025" id="link2H_4_0025"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE FOX AND THE STORK
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0016" id="linkimage-0016"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0054m.jpg" alt="0054m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0054.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>he Fox invited the
+      Stork to sup with him, and placed a shallow dish on the table. The Stork,
+      with her long bill, could get nothing out of the dish, while the Fox could
+      lap up the food with his tongue; and so the Fox laughed at the Stork.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The Stork, in her turn, asked the Fox to dine with her. She placed the
+      food in a long-necked jar, from which she could easily feed with her bill,
+      while the Fox could get nothing. That was tit for tat.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0026" id="link2H_4_0026"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE SPENDTHRIFT AND THE SWALLOW
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> wild young
+      fellow, who had spent all his father&rsquo;s money, and had only a cloak
+      left upon his back, when he saw a Swallow flying about before it was time
+      said: &ldquo;Ah, summer has come! I shall not need my cloak any longer; so
+      I will sell it.&rdquo; But afterwards a storm came, and, when it was past,
+      he saw the poor Swallow dead on the ground. &ldquo;Ah, my friend!&rdquo;
+      said he, &ldquo;you are lost yourself, and you have ruined me.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      One Swallow does not make a summer.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0027" id="link2H_4_0027"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      JACK AND THE BEAN-STALK
+    </h2>
+    <h3>
+      I. THE BEANS ARE PLANTED
+    </h3>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span>n the days of King
+      Alfred a poor woman lived in a country village in England. She had an only
+      son, Jack, who was a good-natured, idle boy. She was too easy with him.
+      She never set him at work, and soon there was nothing left them but their
+      cow. Then the mother began to weep and to think that she had brought up
+      her boy very ill.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Cruel boy!&rdquo; she said. &ldquo;You have at last made me a
+      beggar. I have not money enough to buy a bit of bread. We cannot starve.
+      We must sell the cow, and then what shall we do?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At first Jack felt very badly and wished he had done better. But soon he
+      began to think what fun it would be to sell the cow. He begged his mother
+      to let him go with the cow to the nearest village. She was not very
+      willing. She did not believe Jack knew enough to sell a cow, but at last
+      she gave him leave.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Off went Jack with the cow. He had not gone far when he met a Butcher.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Where are you going with your cow?&rdquo; asked the Butcher.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I am going to sell it,&rdquo; said Jack. The Butcher held his hat
+      in his hand and shook it. Jack looked into the hat and saw some
+      odd-looking beans. The Butcher saw him eye them. He knew how silly Jack
+      was, so he said to him:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, if you wish to sell your cow, sell her to me. I will give you
+      all these beans for her.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Jack thought this a fine bargain. He gave the Butcher the cow and took the
+      beans. He ran all the way home and could hardly wait to reach the house.
+      He called out to his mother to see what he had got for the cow.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When the poor woman saw only a few beans, she burst into tears. She was so
+      vexed that she threw the beans out of the window. She did not even cook
+      them for supper. They had nothing else to eat, and they went to bed
+      hungry.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Jack awoke early the next morning and thought it very dark. He went to the
+      window and could hardly see out of it, for it was covered with something
+      green. He ran downstairs and into the garden. There he saw a strange
+      sight.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The beans had taken root and shot up toward the clouds. The stalks were as
+      thick as trees, and were wound about each other. It was like a green
+      ladder, and Jack at once wished to climb to the top.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He ran in to tell his mother, but she begged him not to climb the
+      bean-stalk. She did not know what would happen. She was afraid to have him
+      go. Who ever saw such bean-stalks before?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      But Jack had set his heart on climbing, and he told his mother not to be
+      afraid. He would soon see what it all meant. So up he climbed. He climbed
+      for hours. He went higher and higher, and at last, quite tired out, he
+      reached the top.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      II. JACK CAPTURES A HEN
+    </h3>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>hen he looked
+      about him. It was all new. He had never seen such a place before. There
+      was not a tree or plant; there was no house or shed. Some stones lay here
+      and there, and there were little piles of earth. He could not see a living
+      person.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Jack sat down on one of the stones. He wished he were at home again. He
+      thought of his mother. He was hungry, and he did not know where to get
+      anything to eat. He walked and walked, and hoped he might see a house.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He saw no house, but at last he saw a lady walking alone. He ran toward
+      her, and when he came near, he pulled off his cap and made a bow. She was
+      a beautiful lady, and she carried in her hand a stick. A peacock of fine
+      gold sat on top of the stick.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The lady smiled and asked Jack how he came there. He told her all about
+      the bean-stalk. Then she said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Do you remember your father?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;No,&rdquo; said Jack. &ldquo;I do not know what became of him. When
+      I speak of him to my mother, she cries, but she tells me nothing.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;She dare not,&rdquo; said the lady, &ldquo;but I will tell you. I
+      am a fairy. I was set to take care of your father, but one day I was
+      careless. So I lost my power for a few years, and just when your father
+      needed me most I could not help him, and he died.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Jack saw that she was very sorry as she told this story, but he begged her
+      to go on.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I will,&rdquo; she said, &ldquo;and you may now help your mother.
+      But you must do just as I tell you.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Jack promised.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Your father was a good, kind man. He had a good wife, he had money,
+      and he had friends. But he had one false friend. This was a Giant. Your
+      father had once helped this Giant, but the Giant was cruel. He killed your
+      father and took all his money. And he told your mother she must never tell
+      you about your father. If she did, then the Giant would kill her and kill
+      you too.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;You were a little child then, and your mother carried you away in
+      her arms. I could not help her at the time, but my power came back to me
+      yesterday. So I made you go off with the cow, and I made you take the
+      beans, and I made you climb the bean-stalk.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;This is the land where the Giant lives. You must find him and rid
+      the world of him. All that he has is yours, for he took it from your
+      father. Now go. You must keep on this road till you see a great house. The
+      Giant lives there. I cannot tell you what you must do next, but I will
+      help you when the time comes. But you must not tell your mother anything.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The fairy disappeared and Jack set out. He walked all day, and when the
+      sun set, he came to the Giant&rsquo;s house. He went up to it and saw a
+      plain woman by the door. This was the Giant&rsquo;s wife. Jack spoke to
+      her and asked her if she would give him something to eat and a place where
+      he could sleep.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What!&rdquo; she said. &ldquo;Do you not know? My husband is a
+      Giant. He is away now, but he will be back soon. Sometimes he walks fifty
+      miles in a day to see if he can find a man or a boy. He eats people. He
+      will eat you if he finds you here.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Jack was in great fear, but he would not give up. He asked the Giant&rsquo;s
+      wife to hide him somewhere in the house. She was a kind woman, so she led
+      him in. They went through a great hall, and then through some large rooms.
+      They came to a dark passage, and went through it. There was a little
+      light, and Jack could see bars of iron at the side. Behind the bars were
+      wretched people. They were the prisoners of the Giant.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Poor Jack thought of his mother and wished himself at home again. He began
+      to think the Giant&rsquo;s wife was as bad as the Giant, and had brought
+      him in to shut him up here. Then he thought of his father and marched
+      boldly on.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      They came to a room where a table was set. Jack sat down and began to eat.
+      He was very hungry and soon forgot his fears. But while he was eating,
+      there came a loud knock at the outside door. It was so loud that the whole
+      house shook. The Giant&rsquo;s wife turned pale.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What shall I do?&rdquo; she cried. &ldquo;It is the Giant. He will
+      kill you and kill me too! What shall I do?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Hide me in the oven,&rdquo; said Jack. There was no fire under it,
+      and Jack lay in the oven and looked out. The Giant came in and scolded his
+      wife, and then he sat down and ate and drank for a long time. Jack thought
+      he never would finish. At last the Giant leaned back in his chair and
+      called out in a loud voice:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Bring me my hen!&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      His wife brought a beautiful hen and placed it on the table.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Lay!&rdquo; roared the Giant, and the hen laid an egg of solid
+      gold.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Lay another!&rdquo; And the hen laid another. So it went on. Each
+      time the hen laid a larger egg than before. The Giant played with the hen
+      for some time. Then he sent his wife to bed, but he sat in his chair. Soon
+      he fell asleep, and then Jack crept out of the oven and seized the hen. He
+      ran out of the house and down the road. He kept on till he came to the
+      bean-stalk, and climbed down to his old home.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      III. THE GIANT&rsquo;S MONEY-BAGS
+    </h3>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">J</span>ack&rsquo;s mother
+      was very glad to see him. She was afraid that he had come to some ill end.
+      &ldquo;Not a bit of it, mother,&rdquo; said he. &ldquo;Look here!&rdquo;
+      and he showed her the hen. &ldquo;Lay!&rdquo; he said to the hen, and the
+      hen laid an egg of gold.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Jack and his mother now had all they needed, for they had only to tell the
+      hen to lay, and she laid her golden egg. They sold the egg and had money
+      enough. But Jack kept thinking of his father, and he longed to make
+      another trial. He had told his mother about the Giant and his wife, but he
+      had said nothing about the fairy and his father.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      His mother begged Jack not to climb the beanstalk again. She said the
+      Giant&rsquo;s wife would be sure to know him, and he never would come back
+      alive. Jack said nothing, but he put on some other clothes and stained his
+      face and hands another color. Then, one morning, he rose early and climbed
+      the bean-stalk a second time.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He went straight to the Giant&rsquo;s house. The Giant&rsquo;s wife was
+      again at the door, but she did not know him. He begged for food and a
+      place to sleep. She told him about the Giant, and then she said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;There was once a boy who came just as you have come. I let him in,
+      and he stole the Giant&rsquo;s hen and ran away. Ever since the Giant has
+      been very cruel to me. No, I cannot let you come in.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      But Jack begged so hard that at last she let him in. She led him through
+      the house, and he saw just what he had seen before. She gave him something
+      to eat, and then she hid him in a closet. The Giant came along in his
+      heavy boots. He was so big, that the house shook. He sat by the fire for a
+      time. Then he looked about and said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Wife, I smell fresh meat.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; she said. &ldquo;The crows have been flying about. They
+      left some raw meat on top of the house.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then she made haste and got some supper for the giant.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He was very cross. So it went on as before. The Giant ate and drank. Then
+      he called to his wife:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Bring me something. I want to be amused. You let that rascal steal
+      my hen. Bring me something.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What shall I bring?&rdquo; she asked meekly.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Bring me my money-bags; they are as heavy as anything.&rdquo; So
+      she tugged two great bags to the table. One was full of silver and one was
+      full of gold. The Giant sent his wife to bed. Then he untied the strings,
+      emptied his bags, and counted his money. Jack watched him, and said to
+      himself:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;That is my father&rsquo;s money.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      By and by the Giant was tired. He put the money back into the bags and
+      tied the strings. Then he went to sleep. He had a dog to watch his money,
+      but Jack did not see the dog. So when the Giant was sound asleep, Jack
+      came out of the closet and laid hold of the bags.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At this the dog barked, and Jack thought his end had come. But the Giant
+      did not wake, and Jack just then saw a bit of meat. He gave it to the dog,
+      and while the dog was eating it, Jack took the two bags and was off.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      IV. THE HARP
+    </h3>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span>t was two whole
+      days before he could reach the bean-stalk, for the bags were very heavy.
+      Then he climbed down with them. But when he came to his house the door was
+      locked. No one was inside, and he knew not what to do.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      After a while he found an old woman who showed him where his mother was.
+      She was very sick in another house. The poor thing had been made ill by
+      Jack&rsquo;s going away. Now that he had come back, she began to get well,
+      and soon she was in her own house again.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Jack said no more about the Giant and the bean-stalk. For three years he
+      lived with his mother. They had money enough, and all seemed well. But
+      Jack could not forget his father. He sat all day before the bean-stalk.
+      His mother tried hard to amuse him, and she tried to find out what he was
+      thinking about. He did not tell her, for he knew all would then go wrong.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At last he could bear it no longer. He had changed in looks now, and he
+      changed himself still more. Then, one bright summer morning, very early in
+      the day, he climbed the bean-stalk once more. The Giant&rsquo;s wife did
+      not know him when he came to the door of the house. He had hard work to
+      make her let him in.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      This time he was hidden in the copper boiler.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The Giant again came home, and was in a great rage.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I smell fresh meat!&rdquo; he cried. His wife could do nothing with
+      him, and he began to go about the room. He looked into the oven, and into
+      the closet, and then he came to the great boiler. Jack felt his heart
+      stop. He thought now his end had come, surely. But the Giant did not lift
+      the lid. He sat down by the fire and had his supper.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When supper was over, the Giant told his wife to bring his harp. Jack
+      peeped out of the copper and saw a most beautiful harp. The Giant placed
+      it on the table, and said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Play!&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Jack never heard such music as the harp played. No hands touched it. It
+      played all by itself. He thought he would rather have this harp than the
+      hen or all the money. By and by the harp played the Giant to sleep. Then
+      Jack crept out and seized the harp. He was running off with it, when some
+      one called loudly:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Master! Master!&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      It was the harp, but Jack would not let it go. The Giant started up, and
+      saw Jack with the harp running down the road.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Stop, you rascal!&rdquo; he shouted. &ldquo;You stole my hen and my
+      money-bags. Do you steal my harp? I&rsquo;ll catch you, and I&rsquo;ll
+      break every bone in your body!&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0017" id="linkimage-0017"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0070m.jpg" alt="0070m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0070.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Catch me if you can!&rdquo; said Jack. He knew he could run faster
+      than the Giant. Off they went, Jack and the harp, and the Giant after
+      them. Jack came to the bean-stalk. The harp was all the while playing
+      music, but now Jack said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Stop!&rdquo; and the harp stopped playing. He hurried down the
+      bean-stalk with the harp. There sat his mother, by the cottage, weeping.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Do not cry, mother,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;Quick, bring me a
+      hatchet! Make haste!&rdquo; He knew there was not a minute to spare. The
+      Giant was already coming down. He was half-way down when Jack took his
+      hatchet and cut the beanstalk down, close to its roots. Over fell the
+      bean-stalk, and down came the Giant upon the ground. He was killed on the
+      spot.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0018" id="linkimage-0018"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0067m.jpg" alt="0067m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0067.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      In a moment the fairy was seen. She told Jack&rsquo;s mother everything,
+      and how brave he had been. And that was the end. The beanstalk never grew
+      again.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0028" id="link2H_4_0028"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE FROG AND THE OX
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span>n Ox, grazing in a
+      swampy meadow, set his foot among a number of young Frogs, and crushed
+      nearly all to death. One that escaped ran off to his mother with the
+      dreadful news.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, mother,&rdquo; said he, &ldquo;it was a beast&mdash;such A big,
+      four-footed beast, that did it!&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0019" id="linkimage-0019"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0072m.jpg" alt="0072m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0072.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Big?&rdquo; said the old Frog. &ldquo;How big? Was it as big as
+      this?&rdquo; and she puffed herself out. &ldquo;Oh, a great deal bigger
+      than that.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, was it so big?&rdquo; and she swelled herself out more.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Indeed, mother, it was; and if you were to burst yourself, you
+      would never reach half its size.&rdquo; The old Frog made one more trial,
+      determined to be as big as the Ox, and burst herself indeed.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0029" id="link2H_4_0029"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE MILLER, HIS SON, AND THEIR ASS
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> Miller and his
+      Son were driving their Ass to the fair to sell him. They had not gone far,
+      when they met a troop of girls, returning from the town, talking and
+      laughing.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Look there!&rdquo; cried one of them. &ldquo;Did you ever see such
+      fools, to be trudging along on foot, when they might be riding?&rdquo; The
+      Miller, when he heard this, bade his Son get up on the Ass, and walked
+      along merrily by his side. Soon they came to a group of old men talking
+      gravely.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;There!&rdquo; said one of them; &ldquo;that proves what I was
+      saying. What respect is shown to old age in these days? Do you see that
+      idle young rogue riding, while his father has to walk? Get down, lazy boy,
+      and let the old man get on!&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The Son got down from the Ass, and the Miller took his place. They had not
+      gone far when they met a company of women and children.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Why, you lazy old fellow!&rdquo; cried several at once. &ldquo;How
+      can you ride upon the beast, when that poor little lad can hardly keep up
+      with you?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So the good-natured Miller took his Son up behind him. They had now almost
+      reached the town.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Pray, my friend,&rdquo; said a townsman, &ldquo;is that Ass your
+      own?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; said the Miller.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I should not have thought so,&rdquo; said the other, &ldquo;by the
+      way you load him. Why, you two are better able to carry the poor beast
+      than he to carry you.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Anything to please you,&rdquo; said the Miller. So he and his Son
+      got down from the Ass. They tied his legs together, and, taking a stout
+      pole, tried to carry him on their shoulders over a bridge that led to the
+      town.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      This was so odd a sight that crowds of people ran out to see it, and to
+      laugh at it. The Ass, not liking to be tied, kicked the cords away, and
+      tumbled off the pole into the water. At this the Miller and his Son hung
+      down their heads. They made their way home again, having learned that by
+      trying to please everybody, they had pleased nobody, and lost the Ass into
+      the bargain.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0030" id="link2H_4_0030"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      CINDERELLA, OR THE GLASS SLIPPER
+    </h2>
+    <h3>
+      I. CINDERELLA IN THE KITCHEN
+    </h3>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">O</span>nce upon a time
+      there lived a man and his wife and one beautiful daughter. The wife fell
+      sick and died, and some time after the father married again, for he needed
+      some one to take care of his child. The new wife appeared very well before
+      the wedding, but afterward she showed a bad temper. She had two children
+      of her own, and they were proud and unkind like their mother. They could
+      not bear their gentle sister, and they made her do all the hard work.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      She washed the dishes, and scrubbed the stairs. She swept the floor in my
+      lady&rsquo;s chamber, and took care of the rooms of the two pert misses.
+      They slept on soft beds in fine rooms, and had tall looking-glasses, so
+      that they could admire themselves from top to toe. She lay on an old straw
+      sack in the garret.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      She bore all this without complaint. She did her work, and then sat in the
+      corner among the ashes and cinders. So her two sisters gave her the name
+      of Cinderella or the cinder-maid. But Cinderella was really much more
+      beautiful than they; and she surely was more sweet and gentle.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Now the king&rsquo;s son gave a ball, and he invited all the rich and the
+      grand. Cinderella&rsquo;s two sisters were fine ladies; they were to go to
+      the ball. Perhaps they would even dance with the prince. So they had new
+      gowns made, and they looked over all their finery.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Here was fresh work for poor Cinderella. She must starch their ruffles and
+      iron their linen. All day long they talked of nothing but their fine
+      clothes.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I shall wear my red velvet dress,&rdquo; said the elder, &ldquo;and
+      trim it with my point lace.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;And I,&rdquo; said the younger sister, &ldquo;shall wear a silk
+      gown, but I shall wear over it a gold brocade, and I shall put on my
+      diamonds. You have nothing so fine.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then they began to quarrel over their clothes, and Cinderella tried to
+      make peace between them. She helped them about their dresses, and offered
+      to arrange their hair on the night of the ball.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      While she was thus busy, the sisters said to her:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;And pray, Cinderella, would you like to go to the ball?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Nay,&rdquo; said the poor girl; &ldquo;you are mocking me. It is
+      not for such as I to go to balls.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;True enough,&rdquo; they said. &ldquo;Folks would laugh to see a
+      cinder-maid at a court ball.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Any one else would have dressed their hair ill to spite them for their
+      rudeness. But Cinderella was good-natured, and only took more pains to
+      make them look well.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The two sisters scarcely ate a morsel for two days before the ball. They
+      wished to look thin and graceful. They lost their tempers over and over,
+      and they spent most of the time before their tall glasses. There they
+      turned and turned to see how they looked behind, and how their long trains
+      hung.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At last the evening came, and off they set in a coach. Cinderella watched
+      them till they were out of sight, and then she sat down by the kitchen
+      fire and began to weep.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      All at once her fairy godmother appeared, with her wand.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What are you crying for, my little maid?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I wish&mdash;I wish,&rdquo; began the poor girl, but her voice was
+      choked with tears.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;You wish that you could go to the ball?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Cinderella nodded.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, then, if you will be a good girl, you shall go. Run quick and
+      fetch me a pumpkin from the garden.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Cinderella flew to the garden and brought back the finest pumpkin she
+      could find. She could not guess what use it would be, but the fairy
+      scooped it hollow, and then touched it with her wand. The pumpkin became
+      at once a splendid gilt coach.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Now fetch me the mouse-trap from the pantry.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      In the mouse-trap were six sleek mice. The fairy opened the door, and as
+      they ran out she touched each with her wand, and it became a gray horse.
+      But what was she to do for a coachman?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;We might look for a rat in the rat-trap,&rdquo; said Cinderella.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;That is a good thought. Run and bring the rat-trap, my dear.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Back came Cinderella with the trap. In it were three large rats. The fairy
+      chose one that had long black whiskers, and she made him the coachman.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Now go into the garden and bring me six lizards. You will find them
+      behind the water-pot.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      These were no sooner brought than, lo! with a touch of the wand they were
+      turned into six footmen, who jumped up behind the coach, as if they had
+      done nothing else all their days. Then the fairy said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Here is your coach and six, Cinderella; your coachman and your
+      footmen. Now you can go to the ball.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What! in these clothes?&rdquo; and Cinderella looked down at her
+      ragged frock. The fairy laughed, and just touched her with the wand. In a
+      twinkling, her shabby clothes were changed to a dress of gold and silver
+      lace, and on her bare feet were silk stockings and a pair of glass
+      slippers, the prettiest ever seen.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0020" id="linkimage-0020"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0079m.jpg" alt="0079m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0079.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Now go to the ball, Cinderella; but remember, if you stay one
+      moment after midnight, your coach will instantly become a pumpkin, your
+      horses will be mice, your coachman a rat, and your footmen lizards. And
+      you? You will be once more only a cinder-maid in a ragged frock and with
+      bare feet.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      II. CINDERELLA IN THE PALACE
+    </h3>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">C</span>inderella promised
+      and drove away in high glee. She dashed up to the palace, and her coach
+      was so fine that the king&rsquo;s son came down the steps of the palace to
+      hand out this unknown princess. He led her to the hall where all the
+      guests were dancing.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The moment she appeared all voices were hushed, the music stopped, and the
+      dancers stood still. Such a beautiful princess had never been seen! Even
+      the king, old as he was, turned to the queen and said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;She is the most beautiful being I ever saw&mdash;since I first saw
+      you!&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      As for the ladies of the court, they were all busy looking at Cinderella&rsquo;s
+      clothes. They meant to get some just like them the very next day, if
+      possible.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The prince led Cinderella to the place of highest rank, and asked her hand
+      for the next dance. She danced with so much grace that he admired her more
+      and more. Supper was brought in, but the prince could not keep his eyes
+      off the beautiful stranger. Cinderella went and sat by her sisters, and
+      shared with them the fruit which the prince gave her. They were very proud
+      to have her by them, for they never dreamed who she really was.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Cinderella was talking with them, when she heard the clock strike the
+      quarter hour before twelve. She went at once to the king and queen, and
+      made them a low courtesy and bade them good-night. The queen said there
+      was to be another ball the next night, and she must come to that. The
+      prince led her down the steps to her coach, and she drove home.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At the house the fairy sat waiting for Cinderella. The maiden began to
+      tell all that had happened, and was in the midst of her story, when a
+      knock was heard at the door. It was the sisters coming home from the ball.
+      The fairy disappeared, and Cinderella went to the door, rubbing her eyes,
+      as if she had just waked from a nap. She was once more a poor little
+      cinder-maid.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;How late you are!&rdquo; she said, as she opened the door.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;If you had been to the ball, you would not have thought it late,&rdquo;
+      said her sisters. &ldquo;There came the most beautiful princess that ever
+      was seen. She was very polite to us, and loaded us with oranges and
+      grapes.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Who was she?&rdquo; asked Cinderella.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Nobody knew her name. The prince would give his eyes to know.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Ah! how I should like to see her,&rdquo; said Cinderella. &ldquo;Oh,
+      do, my Lady Javotte,&rdquo;&mdash;that was the name of the elder sister,&mdash;&ldquo;lend
+      me the yellow dress you wear every day, and let me go to the ball and have
+      a peep at the beautiful princess.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What! lend my yellow gown to a cinder-maid! I am not so silly as
+      that.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Cinderella was not sorry to have Javotte say no; she would have been
+      puzzled to know what to do if her sister had really lent her the dress she
+      begged for.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The next night came, and the sisters again went to the court ball. After
+      they had gone, the fairy came as before and made Cinderella ready.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Now remember,&rdquo; she said, as the coach drove away, &ldquo;remember
+      twelve o&rsquo;clock.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Cinderella was even more splendid than on the first night, and the king&rsquo;s
+      son never left her side He said so many pretty things that Cinderella
+      could think of nothing else. She forgot the fairy&rsquo;s warning; she
+      forgot her promise. Eleven o&rsquo;clock came, but she did not notice the
+      striking. The half-hour struck, but the prince grew more charming, and
+      Cinderella could hear nothing but his voice. The last quarter&mdash;but
+      still Cinderella sat by the prince.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then the great clock on the tower struck the first stroke of twelve. Up
+      sprang Cinderella, and fled from the room. The prince started to follow
+      her, but she was too swift for him; in her flight, one of her glass
+      slippers fell from her feet, and he stopped to pick it up.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The last stroke of twelve died away, as Cinderella darted down the steps
+      of the palace. In a twinkling the gay lady was gone; only a shabby
+      cinder-maid was running down the steps. The splendid coach and six, driver
+      and footman,&mdash;all were gone; only a pumpkin lay on the ground, and a
+      rat, six mice, and six lizards scampered off.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Cinderella reached home, quite out of breath. She had saved nothing of all
+      her finery but one little glass slipper. The prince had its mate, but he
+      had lost the princess. He asked the soldiers at the palace gate if they
+      had not seen her drive away. No; at that hour only a ragged girl had
+      passed out.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Soon the two sisters came home from the ball, and Cinderella asked them if
+      they had again seen the beautiful lady. Yes; she had been at the ball, but
+      she had left suddenly, and no one knew what had become of her. But the
+      prince would surely find her, for he had one of her glass slippers.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      They spoke truly. A few days afterward, the king&rsquo;s son sent a
+      messenger with a trumpet and the slipper through all the city. The
+      messenger sounded his trumpet and shouted that the prince would marry the
+      lady who could wear the glass slipper. So the slipper was first tried on
+      by all the princesses; then by all the duchesses; next by all the persons
+      belonging to the court; but in vain: not one could wear it.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then it was carried to all the fine houses, and it came at last to the two
+      sisters. They tried with all their might to force a foot into the fairy
+      slipper, but they could not. Cinderella stood by, and said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Suppose I were to try.&rdquo; Her two sisters jeered at her, but
+      the messenger looked at Cinderella. He saw that she was very fair, and,
+      besides, he had orders to try the slipper on the foot of every maiden in
+      the kingdom, if need were.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So he bade Cinderella sit down on a three-legged stool in the kitchen. She
+      put out her little foot, and the slipper fitted like wax. The sisters
+      stood in amaze. Then Cinderella put her hand into her pocket and drew
+      forth the other glass slipper, and put it on her other foot.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0021" id="linkimage-0021"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0085m.jpg" alt="0085m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0085.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      The moment that Cinderella did this, the fairy, who stood by unseen,
+      touched her with her wand, and the cinder-maid again became the beautiful,
+      gayly dressed lady. The sisters saw that she was the same one whom they
+      had seen at the ball. They thought how ill they had treated her all these
+      years, and they fell at her feet and asked her to forgive them.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Cinderella was as good now as she had been when she was a cinder-maid. She
+      freely forgave her sisters, and took them to the palace with her, for she
+      was now to be the prince&rsquo;s wife. And when the old king and queen
+      died, the prince and Cinderella became King and Queen.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0031" id="link2H_4_0031"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE WOLF IN SHEEP&rsquo;S CLOTHING
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0022" id="linkimage-0022"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0086m.jpg" alt="0086m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0086.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> Wolf once dressed
+      himself in the skin of a Sheep, and so got in among the flock, where he
+      killed a good many of them. At last the Shepherd found him out, and hanged
+      him upon a tree as a warning to other wolves.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Some Shepherds going by saw the wolf, and thought it was a Sheep. They
+      wondered why the Shepherd should hang a Sheep. So they asked him, and he
+      answered: &ldquo;I hang a Wolf when I catch him, even though he be dressed
+      in a Sheep&rsquo;s clothes.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0032" id="link2H_4_0032"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE ARAB AND HIS CAMEL
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">O</span>ne cold night, as
+      an Arab sat in his tent, a Camel thrust the flap of the tent aside, and
+      looked in.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I pray thee, master,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;let me put my head
+      within the tent, for it is cold without.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;By all means, and welcome,&rdquo; said the Arab; and the Camel
+      stretched his head into the tent.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;If I might but warm my neck, also,&rdquo; he said, presently.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Put your neck inside,&rdquo; said the Arab. Soon the Camel, who had
+      been turning his head from side to side, said again:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;It will take but little more room if I put my fore legs within the
+      tent. It is difficult standing without.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;You may also put your fore legs within,&rdquo; said the Arab,
+      moving a little to make room, for the tent was very small.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;May I not stand wholly within?&rdquo; asked the Camel, finally.
+      &ldquo;I keep the tent open by standing as I do.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes, yes,&rdquo; said the Arab. &ldquo;I will have pity on you as
+      well as on myself. Come wholly inside.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So the Camel came forward and crowded into the tent. But the tent was too
+      small for both.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I think,&rdquo; said the Camel, &ldquo;that there is not room for
+      both of us here. It will be best for you to stand outside, as you are the
+      smaller; there will then be room enough for me.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      And with that he pushed the Arab a little, who made haste to get outside
+      of the tent.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      It is a wise rule to resist the beginnings of evil.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0033" id="link2H_4_0033"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      TOM THUMB
+    </h2>
+    <h3>
+      I. TOM IS SOLD FOR A BARGAIN
+    </h3>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> poor woodman once
+      sat by the fire in his cottage, and his wife sat by his side, spinning.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;How lonely it is,&rdquo; said he, &ldquo;for you and me to sit here
+      by ourselves without any children to play about and amuse us.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What you say is very true,&rdquo; said his wife, as she turned her
+      wheel. &ldquo;How happy should I be, if I had but one child. If it were
+      ever so small, if it were no bigger than my thumb, I should be very happy
+      and love it dearly.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Now it came to pass that the good woman had her wish, for some time
+      afterward she had a little boy who was healthy and strong, but not much
+      bigger than her thumb. So they said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, we cannot say we have not got what we wished for, and, little
+      as he is, we will love him dearly!&rdquo; and they called him Tom Thumb.
+      They gave him plenty to eat, yet he never grew bigger. Still his eyes were
+      sharp and sparkling, and he soon showed himself to be a bright little
+      fellow, who always knew what he was about.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      One day the woodman was getting ready to go into the wood to cut fuel, and
+      he said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I wish I had some one to bring the cart after me, for I want to
+      make haste.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;O father,&rdquo; cried Tom, &ldquo;I will take care of that. The
+      cart shall be in the wood by the time you want it.&rdquo; The woodman
+      laughed and said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;How can that be? You cannot reach up to the horse&rsquo;s bridle.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Never mind that, father. If my mother will only harness the horse,
+      I will get into his ear, and tell him which way to go.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well,&rdquo; said the father, &ldquo;we will try for once.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When the time came, the mother harnessed the horse to the cart, and put
+      Tom into his ear. There the little man sat and told the beast how to go,
+      crying out, &ldquo;Go on,&rdquo; and &ldquo;Stop,&rdquo; as he wanted. So
+      the horse went on just as if the woodman were driving it himself.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      It happened that the horse fell to trotting too fast, and Tom called out,
+      &ldquo;Gently, gently.&rdquo; Just then two strangers came up.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;How odd it is,&rdquo; one of them said. &ldquo;There is a cart
+      going along, and I hear a carter talking to the horse, but I see no one.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;That is strange,&rdquo; said the other. &ldquo;Let us follow the
+      cart and see where it goes.&rdquo; They went on into the wood, and came at
+      last to the place where the woodman was. The cart drove up and Tom said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;See, father, here I am with the cart, safe and sound. Now, take me
+      down.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So his father took hold of the horse with one hand, and lifted his son
+      down with the other. He put him on a little stick, where he was as merry
+      as you please. The two strangers looked on and saw it all, and did not
+      know what to say for wonder. At last one took the other aside and said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;That little chap will make our fortune if we can get him, and carry
+      him about from town to town as a show. We must buy him.&rdquo; Then they
+      went to the woodman and asked him what he would take for the little man.
+      &ldquo;He will be better off with us than with you,&rdquo; they said.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I&rsquo;ll not sell him at all,&rdquo; said the father. &ldquo;My
+      own flesh and blood is dearer to me than all the silver and gold in the
+      world.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      But Tom heard what was said, and crept up his father&rsquo;s coat to his
+      shoulder, and spoke in his ear:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Take the money, father, and let them have me. I&rsquo;ll soon come
+      back to you.&rdquo; So the woodman at last agreed to sell Tom Thumb to the
+      strangers for a large piece of gold.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Where do you like to sit?&rdquo; one of them asked Tom.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, put me on the rim of your hat; that will be a nice place for
+      me. I can walk about there and see the country as we go along.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      They did as he wished. Tom took leave of his father, and went off with the
+      two strangers. They kept on their way till it began to grow dark. Then Tom
+      said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Let me get down, I am tired.&rdquo; So the man took off his hat,
+      and set him down on a lump of earth in a ploughed field, by the side of
+      the road. But Tom ran about among the furrows, and at last slipped into an
+      old mouse-hole.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Good-night, masters. I&rsquo;m off,&rdquo; said he.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Look sharp after me next time.&rdquo; They ran to the place and
+      poked the ends of their sticks into the mouse-hole, but all in vain. Tom
+      crawled farther in. They could not get him, and as it was now quite dark
+      they went away very cross.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      II. HOW TOM FRIGHTENED THE THIEVES
+    </h3>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">W</span>hen Tom found they
+      were gone, he crept out of his hiding-place.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;How dangerous it is,&rdquo; said he, &ldquo;to walk about in this
+      ploughed field. If I were to fall from one of those big lumps I should
+      surely break my neck.&rdquo; At last, he found a large, empty snail-shell.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0023" id="linkimage-0023"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0093m.jpg" alt="0093m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0093.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;This is lucky,&rdquo; said he. &ldquo;I can sleep here very well,&rdquo;
+      and in he crept. Just as he was falling asleep he heard two men pass by,
+      and one said to the other:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;How shall we manage to steal that rich farmer&rsquo;s silver and
+      gold?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I&rsquo;ll tell you!&rdquo; cried Tom.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What noise was that? I am sure I heard some one speak,&rdquo; said
+      the thief. He was in a great fright. They both stood listening, and Tom
+      spoke up:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Take me with you, and I will show you how to get the farmer&rsquo;s
+      money.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;But where are you?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Look about on the ground, and listen where the sound comes from.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What a little chap! What can you do for us?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Why, I can get between the iron window bars, and throw you out
+      whatever you want.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;That is a good thought. Come along; we will see what you can do.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When they came to the farmer&rsquo;s house, Tom slipped through the bars
+      into the room, and then called out as loud as he could:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Will you have all that is here?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Softly, softly!&rdquo; said the thieves. &ldquo;Speak low, or you
+      will wake somebody.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Tom made as if he did not understand them, and bawled out again:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;How much will you have? Shall I throw it all out?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Now the cook lay in the next room, and hearing a noise, she raised herself
+      in her bed and listened. But the thieves had been thrown into a fright and
+      had run away. By and by they plucked up courage, and said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;That little fellow is only trying to make fools of us.&rdquo; So
+      they came back and spoke low to him, saying: &ldquo;Now let us have no
+      more of your jokes, but throw out some of the money.&rdquo; Then Tom
+      called out again as loud as he could:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Very well! Hold your hands; here it comes.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The cook heard this plainly; she sprang out of bed, and ran to open the
+      door. The thieves were off as if a wolf were after them, and the cook
+      could see nothing in the dark. So she went back for a light, and while she
+      was gone, Tom slipped off into the barn.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The cook looked about and searched every hole and corner, but found
+      nobody; she went back to bed, and thought she must have been dreaming with
+      her eyes open. Tom crawled about in the hayloft, and at last found a good
+      place to rest in. He meant to sleep till daylight, and then find his way
+      home to his father and mother.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      III. INSIDE A COW
+    </h3>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">P</span>oor Tom Thumb! his
+      troubles were only begun. The cook got up early to feed the cows. She went
+      straight to the hayloft, and carried away a large bundle of hay, with the
+      little man in the middle of it fast asleep. He slept on, and did not wake
+      till he found himself in the mouth of a cow. She had taken him up with a
+      mouthful of hay.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Dear me,&rdquo; said he, &ldquo;how did I manage to tumble into the
+      mill?&rdquo; But he soon found out where he was, and he had to keep all
+      his wits about him, or he would have fallen between the cow&rsquo;s teeth,
+      and then he would have been crushed to death. At last he went down into
+      her stomach.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;It is rather dark here,&rdquo; said he; &ldquo;they forgot to build
+      windows in this room to let the sun in.&rdquo; He made the best of his bad
+      luck, but he did not like his resting-place at all. The worst of it was,
+      that more and more hay was coming down, and there was less and less room
+      to turn round in. At last he cried out as loud as he could:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t bring me any more hay! don&rsquo;t bring me any more
+      hay!&rdquo; The cook just then was milking the cow. She heard some one
+      speak, but she saw nobody. Yet she was sure it was the same voice she had
+      heard in the night. It put her into such a fright that she fell off her
+      stool and upset her milk-pail. She ran off as fast as she could to the
+      farmer, and said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Sir, sir, the cow is talking.&rdquo; But the farmer said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Woman, thou art surely mad.&rdquo; Still, he went with her into the
+      cow-house, to see what was the matter. Just as they went in, Tom cried out
+      again:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t bring me any more hay! don&rsquo;t bring me any more
+      hay!&rdquo; Then the farmer was in a fright. He was sure the cow must be
+      mad, so he gave orders to have her killed at once. The cow was killed, and
+      the stomach with Tom in it was thrown into the barnyard.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      IV. SAFE AT HOME AGAIN
+    </h3>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>om soon set
+      himself to work to get out, and that was not a very easy task. A hungry
+      wolf was prowling about. Just as Tom had made room to get his head out the
+      wolf seized the stomach and swallowed it. Off he ran, but Tom was not cast
+      down. He began to chat with the wolf, and called out:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;My good friend, I can show you a famous treat.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Where is that?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;In the house near the wood. You can crawl through the drain into
+      the kitchen, and there you will find cakes, ham, beef, and everything that
+      is nice.&rdquo; This was the house where Tom Thumb lived. The wolf did not
+      need to be asked twice. That very night he went to the house and crawled
+      through the drain into the kitchen. There he ate and drank to his heart&rsquo;s
+      content.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      After a while he had eaten so much that he was ready to go away. But now
+      he could not squeeze through the drain. This was just what Tom had thought
+      of, and the little chap set up a great shout.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Will you be quiet?&rdquo; said the wolf. &ldquo;You will wake
+      everybody in the house.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What is that to me?&rdquo; said the little man. &ldquo;You have had
+      your frolic; now I have a mind to be merry myself.&rdquo; And he began
+      again to sing and shout as loud as he could.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The woodman and his wife were awakened by the noise, and peeped through a
+      crack into the kitchen. When they saw a wolf there, they were in a great
+      fright. The woodman ran for his axe, and gave his wife a scythe.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;You stay behind,&rdquo; said the woodman.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;When I have knocked the wolf on the head, you run at him with the
+      scythe.&rdquo; Tom heard all this, and said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Father! father! I am here. The wolf has swallowed me.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Heaven be praised!&rdquo; said the woodman. &ldquo;We have found
+      our dear child again. Do not use the scythe, wife, for you may hurt him.&rdquo;
+      Then he aimed a great blow, and struck the wolf on the head, and killed
+      him at once. They opened him, and set Tom Thumb free.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Ah!&rdquo; said his father, &ldquo;what fears we have had for you!&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes, father,&rdquo; he answered. &ldquo;I have traveled all over
+      the world since we parted, and now I am very glad to get fresh air again.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Where have you been?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I have been in a mouse-hole, in a snail-shell, down a cow&rsquo;s
+      throat, and inside the wolf, and yet here I am again, safe and sound.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, well,&rdquo; said his father. &ldquo;We will not sell you
+      again for all the riches in the world.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So they hugged and kissed their dear little son, and gave him plenty to
+      eat and drink. And they bought him new clothes, for his old ones had been
+      quite spoiled on his journey.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0034" id="link2H_4_0034"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE TORTOISE AND THE HARE
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0024" id="linkimage-0024"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0101m.jpg" alt="0101m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0101.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> Hare once made
+      fun of a Tortoise.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What a slow way you have!&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;How you creep
+      along!&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Do I?&rdquo; said the Tortoise. &ldquo;Try a race with me, and I
+      will beat you.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;You only say that for fun,&rdquo; said the Hare. &ldquo;But come! I
+      will race with you. Who will mark off the bounds, and give the prize?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Let us ask the Fox,&rdquo; said the Tortoise.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The Fox was very wise and fair. He showed them where they were to start,
+      and how far they were to run.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The Tortoise lost no time. She started at once, and jogged straight on.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The Hare knew he could come to the end in two or three jumps. So he lay
+      down and took a nap first. By and by he awoke, and then ran fast. But when
+      he came to the end, the Tortoise was already there!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0035" id="link2H_4_0035"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE COUNTRY MOUSE AND THE TOWN MOUSE
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0025" id="linkimage-0025"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0102m.jpg" alt="0102m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0102.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> Country Mouse had
+      a friend who lived in a house in town. Now the Town Mouse was invited by
+      the Country Mouse to take dinner with him. Out he went, and sat down to a
+      dinner of barley and wheat.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Do you know, my friend,&rdquo; said he, &ldquo;that you live a mere
+      ant&rsquo;s life out here? Now, I have plenty at home. Come and enjoy the
+      good things there with me.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So the two set off for town. There the Town Mouse showed the other his
+      beans and meal, his dates, his cheese and fruit and honey.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      As the Country Mouse ate, drank, and was merry, he praised his friend and
+      bewailed his own poor lot.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      But while they were urging each other to eat heartily, a man suddenly
+      opened the door. Frightened by the noise, they crept into a crack. By and
+      by, when he had gone, they came out and tasted of some dried figs. In came
+      another person to get something that was in the room. When they caught
+      sight of him, they ran and hid in a hole.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At that the Country Mouse forgot his hunger, and with a sigh, said to the
+      other:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Please yourself, my good friend; eat all you want and get rich,&mdash;and
+      be in a fright the whole time. As for me, I am a poor fellow, I know, who
+      have only barley and wheat. But I am content to live on those, and have
+      nothing to frighten me.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Those who have the plain things of life are often better off than the
+      rich.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0036" id="link2H_4_0036"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE GNAT AND THE BULL
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> Gnat once lit on
+      a Bull&rsquo;s horn, and stayed there a long while.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When he was about to fly away, he asked the Bull if he would like to have
+      him go now.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Why,&rdquo; said the Bull, &ldquo;I did not know you were there.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      People often think themselves important when, in truth, no one is noticing
+      them.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0037" id="link2H_4_0037"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE SLEEPING BEAUTY IN THE WOOD
+    </h2>
+    <h3>
+      I. THE BEAUTY GOES TO SLEEP
+    </h3>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">O</span>nce upon a time
+      there lived a king and queen who grieved that they had no child. But at
+      last a daughter was born, and the king was very happy. He gave a great
+      feast, and asked to it all the fairies in the land, seven in all. He hoped
+      that each would give the child a gift.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      In front of each fairy at the table was set a heavy gold plate, and by
+      each plate a gold knife and fork. Just as they sat down to the feast, in
+      came an old fairy who had not been invited. No one knew she was living.
+      Fifty years before she had shut herself up in a tower, and had not been
+      seen since.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The king hurried off to find a gold plate and knife and fork for her also.
+      But nothing could be found so fine as the seven plates which had been made
+      for the seven fairies. The old fairy thought herself ill-used and grumbled
+      in a low voice. At that, one of the young fairies feared she meant
+      mischief to the child, and so, when the feast was over, hid herself behind
+      the hangings in the hall. We shall soon see why she did this.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The fairies now began to give gifts to the child, beginning with the
+      youngest. She gave her beauty; the next gave her wit; the third gave her
+      grace; the fourth said she should dance perfectly; the fifth gave her a
+      voice to sing; the sixth said she should play beautifully on the harp.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The turn of the old fairy had now come. She shook her head wickedly and
+      said the child would grow up, but when she was grown, she would pierce her
+      hand, when spinning, and die of the wound. At this, all the company began
+      to weep. But the fairy who had hidden came forward and said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Be of good cheer, king and queen. Your daughter shall not so die. I
+      cannot entirely undo what my elder has done. The princess must pierce her
+      hand when spinning, but instead of dying she shall fall into a deep sleep.
+      The sleep shall last a hundred years. At the end of that time a king&rsquo;s
+      son will come to wake her.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The king was very sad, but he hoped he might prevent the evil. So he made
+      a law that no one in the kingdom should spin or have a spinning wheel in
+      the house, under pain of instant death.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      All went well for fifteen years. Then it chanced that the princess was
+      with the king and queen in one of their castles, and was spying about for
+      herself. She came to a little chamber at the top of a tower, and there sat
+      an honest old woman spinning. She was very old and deaf, and had never
+      heard of the king&rsquo;s command.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What are you doing?&rdquo; asked the princess.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I&rsquo;m spinning, my pretty child.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;How charming it is!&rdquo; said the princess. &ldquo;How do you do
+      it? Let me try if I can spin.&rdquo; She seized the spindle, but she was
+      hasty and careless, and pierced her hand with its point. She fainted, and
+      the old woman, in great alarm, ran for help. People came running from all
+      sides, but they could not rouse her.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The king heard the noise and came also. Then he saw that the cruel fairy
+      had had her wish. His daughter would not wake for a hundred years. He laid
+      her on the bed in the best room, and stood sadly looking upon her. She was
+      asleep. He could hear her breathe. Her cheeks were full of color, but her
+      eyes were closed.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Now the good fairy, who had said the princess should wake in a hundred
+      years, was thousands of miles away at the time. But she knew of it, and
+      came at once in a chariot of fire drawn by dragons. The king came to meet
+      her, his eyes red with weeping.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The good fairy was very wise and saw that the princess would not know what
+      to do if she awoke all alone in the castle, in a hundred years. So this is
+      what she did.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      She touched with her wand every one in the castle except the king and the
+      queen. She touched the maids of honor, the gentlemen, the officers, the
+      stewards, cooks, boys, guards, porters, pages, footmen. She touched the
+      horses in the stable, the grooms, the great mastiff in the court-yard, and
+      the tiny lapdog of the princess that was on the bed beside her.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The moment she touched them, they all fell asleep just as they were, not
+      to wake again until the time came for their mistress to do so. Then they
+      all would be ready to wait on her. Even the fire went to sleep, and the
+      roasting-spit before the fire with its fowls ready for roasting.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      It was the work of a moment. The king and queen kissed their daughter
+      good-by and left the castle. The king sent forth a command that no one was
+      to go near the castle. That was needless. In a quarter of an hour, a wood
+      had grown about it so thick and thorny that nothing could get through it.
+      The castle-top itself could only be seen from afar.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      II. THE BEAUTY WAKES
+    </h3>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span>fter a few years
+      the king and the queen died. They had no other child, and the kingdom
+      passed into the hands of a distant family. A hundred years went by. The
+      son of the king who was then reigning was out hunting one day, when he
+      noticed the tower of a castle in the distance. He asked what castle it
+      was.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      All manner of answers were given to him. One said It was a fairy castle;
+      another said that a great monster lived there. At last an old man said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Prince, more than fifty years ago I heard my father say that there
+      was in that castle the most beautiful princess ever seen. She was to sleep
+      for a hundred years, and was to be waked at last by the king&rsquo;s son,
+      who was to marry her.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The young prince at these words felt himself on fire. He had not a doubt
+      that he was the one to awaken the princess. He set out at once for the
+      wood, and when he drew near, the trees and thorns opened to offer him a
+      path.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He was on a long, straight road, and at the end was the castle in full
+      view. He turned to look for his comrades. Not one was to be seen. The wood
+      had closed again behind him. He was alone, and all was still about him.
+      Forward he went and came to the castle-gate. He entered the court-yard,
+      and stood still in amazement.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      On every side were the bodies of men and animals. But the faces of the men
+      were rosy; it was plain that they were asleep. His steps sounded on the
+      marble floor. He entered the guard-room. There the guards stood drawn up
+      in line, with their spears in their hands, but they did not move. They
+      were fast asleep.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He passed through one room after another; people were asleep in chairs, on
+      benches, standing, sitting, lying down. He entered a beautiful room,
+      covered with gold, and saw the most wonderful sight of all.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      There lay a maiden so fair that she seemed to belong to another world. He
+      drew near and knelt beside her. She did not stir. Her hand lay on her
+      breast, and he touched his lips to it.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      As he did this, her eyes opened and looked at the young man. She smiled,
+      and said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Have you come, my prince? I have waited long for you.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The prince hardly knew how to answer. But he soon found his voice, and
+      they talked for hours, and then had not said half that was in their heads
+      to say.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0026" id="linkimage-0026"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0111m.jpg" alt="0111m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0111.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      The moment that the princess waked, her little lapdog waked also. The
+      great mastiff in the court-yard awoke; the horses in the stable and the
+      grooms awoke; the footmen, the pages, the porters, the guards, the boys,
+      the cooks, the stewards, the officers, the gentlemen, and the maids of
+      honor, all awoke. The fire began to burn again, the spits turned round,
+      and the fowls began to roast.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So, while the prince and the princess forgot the hours in talk, these
+      people began to be hungry. The maids of honor went to the princess to tell
+      her that they all waited for her. Then the prince took the princess by the
+      hand and led her into the hall.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      She was dressed in great splendor. But the prince did not hint that she
+      looked as the picture of his great-grandmother looked. He thought her all
+      the more charming for that, but he did not tell her so. The musicians
+      played excellent but old music at supper. After supper the prince and
+      princess were married in the chapel of the castle.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The next day they left the castle. All the people followed them down the
+      long path. The wood opened again to let them through. Outside they met the
+      prince&rsquo;s men, and glad they were to see the prince once more. He
+      turned to show them the castle, but there was no castle to be seen, and no
+      wood.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The prince and princess rode gayly away, and when the old king and queen
+      died, they reigned in their stead.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0038" id="link2H_4_0038"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE ANT AND THE GRASSHOPPER
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">O</span>n a warm day in
+      summer, an Ant was busy in the field gathering grains of wheat and corn,
+      which he laid up for winter food. A Grasshopper saw him at work, and
+      laughed at him for toiling so hard, when others were at ease.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0027" id="linkimage-0027"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0113m.jpg" alt="0113m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0113.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      The Ant said nothing. But afterwards, when winter came, and the ground was
+      hard, the Grasshopper was nearly dead with hunger. He came to the Ant to
+      beg something to eat. Then the Ant said to him:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;If you had worked when I did, instead of laughing at me, you would
+      not now be in need.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0039" id="link2H_4_0039"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE LION AND THE FOX
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> Lion that had
+      grown old, and had no more Strength to forage for food, saw that he must
+      get it by cunning. He went into his den and crept into a corner, and made
+      believe that he was very sick.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      All the animals about came in to take a look at him, and, as they came, he
+      snapped them up. When a good many beasts had been caught in this way, the
+      Fox, who guessed his trick, came along. He took his stand a little way
+      from the den, and asked the Lion how he did.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0028" id="linkimage-0028"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0114m.jpg" alt="0114m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0114.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      The Lion said he was very sick, and begged him to come into the den to see
+      him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;So I would,&rdquo; said the Fox, &ldquo;but I notice that all the
+      footprints point into the den, and none point out.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0040" id="link2H_4_0040"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      DICK WHITTINGTON AND HIS CAT
+    </h2>
+    <h3>
+      I. DICK GOES TO LONDON
+    </h3>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span>n the olden times
+      there lived in the country, In England, a boy by the name of Dick
+      Whittington.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He did not know who his parents were, for he had been born and brought up
+      in the poor-house. There he was cruelly treated. When he was seven years
+      of age, he ran away and lived by what he could get from kind people.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He heard that the streets of London were paved with gold. Being now a
+      sturdy youth, he set out for the city to make his fortune. He did not know
+      the way, but he fell in with a carter, who was bound for London, and he
+      followed the cart. When night came, he helped the carter by rubbing down
+      the horses, and for this he was paid with a supper.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He trudged on day after day, until they came to the famous city. The
+      carter was afraid Dick would hang about him and give him trouble. So he
+      gave him a penny and told him to begone and find some work.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Dick went from street to street, but he knew no one. He was ragged and
+      forlorn, and looked like a beggar. Nobody gave him anything to do. Once in
+      a while some one gave him something to eat, but at last he had nothing.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      For two days he went about hungry and almost starved, but he would rather
+      starve than steal. At the end of the second day he came to a merchant&rsquo;s
+      house in Leadenhall Street, and stood before it, weary and faint. The
+      ill-natured cook saw him and came out and said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Go away from here, or I will kick you away!&rdquo; He crept off a
+      little distance and lay down on the ground, for he was too weak to stand.
+      As he lay there, the merchant who lived in the house came home, and
+      stopped to speak to him. He spoke sharply, and told him to get up, that it
+      was a shame for him to be lying there.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Poor Dick got up, and after falling once, through faintness and want of
+      food, made out to say that he was a poor country boy, nearly starved. He
+      would do any work if he might have food.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Mr. Fitzwarren, the merchant, took pity on him. He brought him into the
+      house, and bade the servants look after him. He gave him a place under the
+      cook, and this was the beginning of Dick&rsquo;s fortune. But Dick had a
+      hard time of it. The servants made sport of him. The ill-natured cook
+      said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Do you know what you are to do? You are to come under me. So look
+      sharp. Clean the spits and the pans, make the fires, wind up the
+      roasting-jack, and do nimbly all the dirty work I set you about, or else I
+      will break your head with my ladle, and kick you about like a foot-ball.&rdquo;
+      This was cold comfort, but it was better than starving. &ldquo;What gave
+      him more hope was the kind notice he had from his master&rsquo;s daughter,
+      Mistress Alice. She heard Dick&rsquo;s story from her father, and called
+      for the boy. She asked him questions, and he was so honest in his answers,
+      that she went to her father, and said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;That poor boy whom you brought into the house is a good, honest
+      fellow. I am sure he will be very useful. He can clean shoes, and run
+      errands, and do many things which our servants do not like to do.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      II. DICK&rsquo;S CAT
+    </h3>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">S</span>o Dick was kept,
+      and a cot bed was given him in the garret. He was up early and worked
+      late. He left nothing undone that was given him to do. For all that, he
+      could not please the cook, who was very sour to him. Still, he bore her
+      blows rather than leave so good a home. Then the cook told tales about
+      him, and tried to get him sent away, but Mistress Alice heard of it. She
+      knew how ill-tempered the cook was, and so she made her father keep Dick.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      This was not the whole of Dick Whittington&rsquo;s trouble. The garret
+      where he lay at night had long been empty, and a great number of mice had
+      made their home in it. They ran over Dick&rsquo;s face, and kept up such a
+      racket that he knew not which was worse, the cook by day or the mice by
+      night.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He could only hope that the cook might marry or get tired of the place,
+      and that he might in some way get a cat. It chanced, soon after, that a
+      merchant came to dinner, and as it rained hard, he stayed all night. In
+      the morning Dick cleaned the merchant&rsquo;s shoes and brought them to
+      his door. For this service the merchant gave him a penny.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      As he went through the street on an errand that morning, he saw a woman
+      with a cat under her arm. He asked her the price of the cat.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;It is a good mouser,&rdquo; said the woman: &ldquo;you may have it
+      for a sixpence.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;But I have only a penny,&rdquo; said Dick. The woman found that she
+      really could get nothing more, so she sold the cat to Dick for a penny. He
+      brought it home, and kept it out of the way all day for fear the cook
+      would see it. At night he took the cat up to the garret, and made her work
+      for her living. Puss soon rid him of one plague.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When Mr. Fitzwarren sent out a ship to trade with far countries, he used
+      to call his servants together, and give each a chance to make some money,
+      by sending out goods in the ship. He thought that thus his ship had better
+      fortune.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Now he was again making a venture, and each of the servants brought
+      something to send; all but Whittington. Mistress Alice saw that he did not
+      come, and she sent for him, meaning to give him some simple goods, that he
+      too might have a share in the venture.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When, after many excuses, he was obliged to appear, he fell on his knees,
+      and prayed them not to jeer at a poor boy. He had nothing he could claim
+      for his own but a cat, which he had bought with a penny given him for
+      cleaning shoes.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Upon this Mistress Alice offered to lay something down for him. But her
+      father told her the custom was for each to send something of his own. So
+      he bade Dick bring his cat, which he did with many tears, and gave her
+      over to the master of the ship.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The cook, and indeed all the servants, after this plagued Dick, and jeered
+      at him so much for sending his cat, that he could bear it no longer. He
+      said to himself that he would leave the house and try his fortune
+      elsewhere.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      III. BOW BELLS
+    </h3>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">H</span>e packed his
+      bundle one night, and the next day, early, set forth to seek his fortune.
+      He left the house behind him, but his heart began to sink. However, he
+      would not turn back, but kept on. At last he sat down in the field to
+      think.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Just then the Bow Bells, that is, the bells of a church in Bow Street,
+      began to ring merrily. Dick heard them, and as they rang, he fancied he
+      heard them sing,&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      &ldquo;Turn again, Whittington,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Lord Mayor of London.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      That was a fine song to hear, and Dick began to pluck up heart again.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0029" id="linkimage-0029"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0121m.jpg" alt="0121m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0121.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      Still the bells rang. It was very early; no one was yet astir at the
+      merchant&rsquo;s house, and Dick, with new courage, took up his bundle,
+      obeyed the bells, and walked quickly back to the house. He had left the
+      door open, so he crept in and took up his daily task. About this time, the
+      ship which carried Dick&rsquo;s cat was driven by the winds, and came to a
+      place on the Barbary coast, where the English seldom went. The people
+      received the master of the ship well, and he traded with them. As his
+      wares were new, they were very welcome. At last the king of that country,
+      being greatly pleased, sent for the captain to come and dine at the
+      palace.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The dinner was not set on a table, but the cloth was laid on the floor, as
+      this was the custom of the country. The guests sat cross-legged before the
+      feast. But when the dishes were set down, the smell of the dinner brought
+      a great company of rats, and these rats helped themselves without fear.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The master of the ship was amazed, and asked the nobles if it was not very
+      unpleasant to have this swarm of rats.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh,&rdquo; said they, &ldquo;very much so. The king would give half
+      his wealth to be rid of them. They not only come to the table, but they
+      make free with his chamber and even his bed.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well,&rdquo; said the captain, thinking at once of Dick&rsquo;s
+      cat, &ldquo;I have an English beast on board my ship which will quickly
+      clear the palace of all the rats.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Say you so?&rdquo; said the king, when he heard of this. &ldquo;For
+      such a thing I will load your ship with gold, diamonds, and pearls.&rdquo;
+      At that the shrewd captain made much of the cat.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;She is the most famous thing in the world,&rdquo; said he. &ldquo;I
+      cannot spare her, for she keeps my ship clear of rats, or else they would
+      spoil all my goods.&rdquo; But the king would not take no for an answer.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;No price shall part us,&rdquo; he said. So the cat was sent for,
+      and the table was again spread. The rats came as before, but the captain
+      let the cat loose, and she made short work of them. Then she came purring
+      and curling up her tail before the king, as if she would have her reward.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The king was so pleased with the cat, that he gave ten times more for her
+      than for all the goods in the ship. Then the ship sailed away with a fair
+      wind, and arrived safe at London. She was the richest ship that ever
+      entered port.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      IV. LORD MAYOR WHITTINGTON
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      The master took the box of pearls and jewels with him on shore, and went
+      straight to the merchant&rsquo;s house. He gave his account to Mr.
+      Fitz-warren, who was greatly pleased at the fortunate voyage, and called
+      his servants together, to receive their profit. Then the master showed the
+      box of pearls and jewels, and told the story of Whittington&rsquo;s cat,
+      and how Puss had earned this wealth.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Call Mr. Whittington,&rdquo; said Mr. Fitzwarren. &ldquo;I will not
+      take one farthing from him.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Now Dick was in the kitchen cleaning pots and pans. When he was told that
+      the merchant had sent for &ldquo;Mr. Whittington,&rdquo; he thought every
+      one was making fun of him, and he would not go.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At last, he went as far as the door. The merchant bade him come in, and
+      placed a chair for him. At that poor Dick was sure they were making fun of
+      him, and the tears came into his eyes.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I am only a simple fellow,&rdquo; he said. &ldquo;I do not mean
+      harm to any one. Do not mock me.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Indeed, Mr. Whittington, we are serious with you,&rdquo; said the
+      merchant. &ldquo;You are a much richer man than I am,&rdquo; and he gave
+      him the box of pearls and jewels worth quite three hundred thousand
+      pounds.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At first Dick could not believe his good fortune. When at last he was
+      persuaded, he fell upon his knees and thanked God who had been so good to
+      him. Then he turned to his master and wished to give him of his wealth,
+      but Mr. Fitzwarren said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;No, Mr. Whittington. I will not take a penny from you. It is all
+      yours.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At that Dick turned to Mistress Alice, who also refused. He bowed low, and
+      said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Madam, whenever you please to make choice of a husband, I will make
+      you the greatest fortune in the world.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then he gave freely to his fellow servants. Even to his enemy, the cook,
+      he gave a hundred pounds.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Richard Whittington was now a rich man. He laid aside his poor clothes,
+      and was dressed well and handsomely. He had grown strong and tall in
+      service, and was indeed a fine man to look upon.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He was well behaved and of a good mind and heart. Mr. Fitzwarren made him
+      known to the other merchants, and let him see how business was carried on.
+      Then, seeing that he was as honest and good as he was rich, he told
+      Whittington that he might have his daughter in marriage.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At first, Dick felt himself unworthy of Mistress Alice. But he saw that
+      she looked kindly on him, and he remembered how good she had been to him
+      from the beginning. So he made bold to ask Mistress Alice to be his wife,
+      and they had a grand wedding.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      After the wedding was over, Mr. Fitzwarren asked him what he meant to do,
+      and Mr. Whittington said he would like to be a merchant. So the two became
+      partners, and grew to be very rich.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Rich as he was, this merchant never forgot that he was once poor Dick
+      Whittington. The promise of Bow Bells came true, and three times he was
+      chosen Lord Mayor of London. He fed the hungry, and cared for the poor.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When he was Lord Mayor of London the third time, it was his duty to
+      receive King Henry V and his queen at Guildhall, which was the Mayor&rsquo;s
+      palace. It was just after a famous war with France, which England had won.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The king, at the feast, made the lord mayor a knight, so that now he was
+      Sir Richard Whittington. There was a very pleasant fire on the hearth at
+      the time. It was made of choice wood. Mace and other spices were mixed
+      with the wood. The king praised the fire, and Sir Richard said,&mdash;&ldquo;I
+      will make it still more pleasant.&rdquo; At that he threw upon the flames
+      one piece of paper after another. They were the written promises of the
+      king, to pay back money lent to him by London merchants, when he was
+      carrying on the war. Sir Richard had bought them for sixty thousand
+      pounds. That was the way he paid the king&rsquo;s debt, for now there was
+      nothing to show that the king owed anything.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      This is the story of Dick Whittington and his cat. How much is true, and
+      how much was made up, I do not know, for what happened took place five
+      hundred years ago.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0041" id="link2H_4_0041"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE CAT, THE MONKEY, AND THE CHESTNUTS
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> Cat and a Monkey
+      were sitting one day by the hearth, watching some chestnuts which their
+      master had laid down to roast. The chestnuts had begun to burst with the
+      heat, and the Monkey said to the Cat:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;It is plain that your paws were made to pull out those chestnuts.
+      Your paws are, indeed, exactly like our master&rsquo;s hands.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The Cat was greatly flattered by this speech, and reached forward for the
+      tempting chestnuts. Scarcely had she touched the hot ashes than she drew
+      back with a cry, for she had burned her paw. She tried again, and made out
+      to get one chestnut. Then she pulled another, and a third, though each
+      time she singed the hair on her paws.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When she could pull no more, she turned, and found the Monkey had taken
+      this time to crack the chestnuts and eat them.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0042" id="link2H_4_0042"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE LARK AND HER YOUNG ONES
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0030" id="linkimage-0030"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0128m.jpg" alt="0128m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0128.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>here was a brood
+      of young Larks in a field of corn, which was just ripe. The mother,
+      looking every day for the reapers, left word, whenever she went out in
+      search of food, that her young ones should tell her all the news they
+      heard.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      One day, when she was absent, the master came to look at his field.
+      &ldquo;It is time,&rdquo; said he, &ldquo;to call in my neighbors and get
+      my corn reaped.&rdquo; When the old Lark came home, the young ones told
+      their mother what they had heard, and begged her to move them at once.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Time enough,&rdquo; said she. &ldquo;If he trusts to his neighbors,
+      he will have to wait awhile yet for his harvest.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Next day, the owner came again, and found the sun hotter, the corn riper,
+      and nothing done.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;There is not an hour to be lost,&rdquo; said he. &ldquo;We cannot
+      depend upon our neighbors. We must call in our relations.&rdquo; Turning
+      to his son, he said, &ldquo;Go, call your uncles and cousins; and see that
+      they begin to-morrow.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The young Larks, in great fear, told their mother what the farmer had
+      said. &ldquo;If that be all,&rdquo; said she, &ldquo;do not be frightened.
+      The relations have harvest work of their own. But take notice of what you
+      hear next time, and be sure to let me know.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      She went abroad the next day, and the owner coming, and finding the grain
+      falling to the ground because it was over ripe, said to his eon, &ldquo;We
+      must wait no longer for our neighbors and friends. Do you go to-night and
+      hire some reapers, and we will set to work ourselves tomorrow.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When the young Larks told their mother this,
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Then,&rdquo; said she, &ldquo;it is time for us to be off. When a
+      man takes up his business himself, instead of leaving it to others, you
+      may be sure that he means to set to work in earnest.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0043" id="link2H_4_0043"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE FLIES AND THE POT OF HONEY
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> Pot of Honey was
+      upset in the pantry, and the Flies crowded about to eat of it. It was so
+      sticky that they could not get away. Their feet were held fast, so that
+      they could not fly, and they began to choke to death.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What wretches we are,&rdquo; they cried, &ldquo;to die just for a
+      moment of pleasure!&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So it is that greediness is the cause of many evils.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0044" id="link2H_4_0044"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      BEAUTY AND THE BEAST
+    </h2>
+    <h3>
+      I. BEAUTY AND HER SISTERS
+    </h3>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>here was once a
+      rich merchant who had six children, three sons and three daughters. He
+      loved them more than he loved all his riches, so that he was always
+      seeking to make them happy and wise.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The daughters were very pretty; but the youngest was more than pretty&mdash;she
+      was beautiful. As every one called her Little Beauty when she was a child,
+      and she became more lovely every year, the name grew up with her, so that
+      she had no other than just&mdash;Beauty.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Now Beauty was as good as she was beautiful. But her elder sisters were
+      ill-natured and jealous of her, and could not bear to hear her called
+      Beauty. They were very proud, too, of their father&rsquo;s riches, and put
+      on great airs. They would not visit the daughters of other merchants, but
+      were always following persons who had titles, Lady This and Duchess That.
+      They laughed at Beauty, who lived quietly at home with their father.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The father was so rich that many great merchants wished to marry his
+      daughters. But the two eldest always said that they could never think of
+      marrying anybody below a duke, or at the least an earl. As for Beauty, she
+      thanked her lovers for thinking so well of her, but as she was still very
+      young, she wished to live a few years longer with her father.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Now it happened that the merchant all at once lost his great wealth.
+      Nothing was left but one small house in the country, and there the poor
+      man told his children they must now go, and earn their daily bread.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The two eldest daughters said they need not go, for they had plenty of
+      lovers who would be glad enough to marry them, even though they had lost
+      their fortune. But they were wrong, for their lovers would not look at
+      them now, and jeered at them in their trouble, because they had been so
+      proud before.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Yet every one felt sorry for Beauty. Several gentlemen who loved her
+      begged her still to let them marry her, though she had not a penny. Beauty
+      refused, and said she could not leave her father now that trouble had come
+      upon him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So the family went to live in the small house in the country. There the
+      merchant and his three sons ploughed and sowed the fields, and worked hard
+      all day. Beauty rose at four o&rsquo;clock every morning, put the house in
+      order, and got breakfast for the whole family. It was very hard at first,
+      for no one helped her. But every day it grew easier to work, and Beauty
+      grew stronger and rosier. When her work was done, she could read, or play
+      on her harp, or sit at her spinning-wheel, singing as she spun.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      As for her two sisters, they were idle and unhappy, and became quite
+      helpless. They never got up till ten o&rsquo;clock. They spent the day
+      moping and fretting, because they no longer had fine clothes to wear, and
+      could not go to fine parties. They jeered at Beauty, and said that she was
+      nothing but a servant-girl after all, to like that kind of living. But
+      Beauty did not mind them, and lived on cheerfully.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      They had been in the country a year, when one morning the merchant had a
+      letter. It brought the news that a ship laden with rich goods belonging to
+      him had not been lost after all, and had just come into port. The two
+      sisters were half wild with joy, for now they could soon leave the
+      farm-house, and go back to the gay city.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When their father was about to go to the port to settle his business
+      there, they begged him to bring back all manner of fine things for them.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then the merchant asked Beauty:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;And what shall I bring you, Beauty?&rdquo; for Beauty had yet asked
+      nothing.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Why, since you ask me, dear father, I should like you to bring me a
+      rose, for none grow in these parts.&rdquo; Now Beauty did not care so very
+      much for a rose, but she did not like to seem to blame her sisters, or to
+      appear better than they, by saying that she did not wish for anything.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The good man set off; but all was not as he had hoped. The ship had come
+      in, but there was a dispute about the cargo. He went to law, and it ended
+      in his turning back poorer than when he left his home.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      II. THE BEAST AT HOME
+    </h3>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">H</span>e set out to
+      return to the farm-house. When he was within thirty miles of home, he came
+      to a large wood through which he must pass. The snow began to fall, and
+      covered the path. The night closed in, and it grew so dark and so cold
+      that the poor man gave himself up for lost. He could not see the way, and
+      he was faint with cold and hunger.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      All at once, he saw a light at the end of a long avenue of trees. He
+      turned into the avenue, and rode until he came to the end of it. There he
+      found a great palace; the windows were all lighted, and the door stood
+      open, but he saw no one.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The door of the stable was also open, and his horse walked in. A crib full
+      of hay and oats was there, and the tired beast fell to eating heartily.
+      The merchant left his horse in the stall and entered the palace. He saw
+      nobody and heard nobody, but a fire was burning on the hearth, and a table
+      was spread with choice food, and set for one person. He was wet to the
+      skin, and went to the fire to dry himself, saying:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I hope the master of the house or his servants will not blame me
+      for this. No doubt some one will soon come.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He waited, but no one came. The clock struck eleven. Then, faint for want
+      of food, he went to the table and ate some meat, yet all the time in a
+      great fright. But when he was no longer hungry, he began to pluck up
+      courage, and to look about him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The clock struck twelve. He left the hall, and passed through one room
+      after another until he came to one where there was a bed. It was made
+      ready, and, since he was very tired, he lay down and slept soundly.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The merchant did not wake until ten o&rsquo;clock the next morning. He had
+      placed his clothes on a chair by the side of the bed. They had been nearly
+      ruined by the storm, and were besides old and worn. Now he saw a wholly
+      new suit in their place.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He began to think he must be in the palace of some fairy, and he was sure
+      of it when he looked out of the window. The snow had gone, and a lovely
+      garden lay before him, full of flowers. He dressed and went back to the
+      hall. A table was spread for breakfast, and he at once sat down to it.
+      Then he went to get his horse. On the way he passed some roses. He
+      remembered Beauty, and plucked a rose to take home with him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      As soon as he had done this, he heard a frightful roar, and saw a dreadful
+      Beast coming toward him. He was so frightened that he nearly fell down.
+      The Beast cried out in a loud voice:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Ungrateful man! I saved your life by letting you come into my
+      palace. I gave you food to eat and a bed to rest in, and now you steal my
+      roses, which I love beyond everything. You shall pay for this with your
+      life!&rdquo; The poor man threw himself on his knees before the Beast,
+      saying:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Forgive me, my lord. I did not know I was doing wrong. I only
+      wanted to pluck a rose for one of my daughters. She asked me to bring one
+      home to her. I pray you, do not kill me, my lord.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I am not a lord. I am a Beast. I hate soft words, and you will not
+      catch me by any of your fine speeches. You say you have daughters. Well, I
+      will forgive you, if one of them will come and die in your stead. But
+      promise that, if they refuse, you will come back in three months.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The merchant did not mean in the least to let one of his daughters die for
+      him. But he wished to see his children once more before he died, so he
+      promised to return if one of his daughters would not die for him. The
+      Beast then told him to go back to the room where he had slept. There he
+      would find a chest. He might fill it with anything he found in the palace,
+      and it would be sent after him.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      III. BEAUTY GOES TO THE BEAST
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      The merchant did as he was bid. The floor of the room was covered with
+      gold, and he filled the chest. If he must die, he would at least provide
+      for his children. Then he took his horse and rode out of the wood, and
+      came at last to his home. He held the rose in his hand, and as the
+      daughters came out to meet him, he gave it to the youngest, saying:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Take it, Beauty. You little know what it has cost your poor father;&rdquo;
+      and then he told all that had happened since he left home.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The two eldest daughters began to cry aloud, and to blame Beauty. Why did
+      she ask for roses? Why did she not ask for dresses, as they did; then all
+      would have gone well. Now the hard-hearted thing, they said, did not shed
+      a tear. Beauty replied quietly that it was of little use to weep. She
+      meant to go and die in her father&rsquo;s stead.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;No, no!&rdquo; cried the three brothers. &ldquo;We will go and seek
+      this Beast, and either he or we must die!&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;It is all in vain,&rdquo; said the father. &ldquo;You do not know
+      the Beast. He is more mighty than you can think. No! you must stay and
+      care for your sisters. At the end of three months I shall go back and die.&rdquo;
+      The merchant then went to his room, and there he found the chest of gold.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He was greatly amazed. He had forgotten the promise of the Beast. But he
+      said nothing about the chest to his daughters. He was sure they would
+      tease him to go back to town to live.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Beauty said little, but when the three months were over, she made ready to
+      go with her father. The brothers and sisters bade them good-by, and wept
+      over Beauty. The brothers wept real tears, but the sisters rubbed their
+      eyes with onions, so as to make tears; they did not really care.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The horse took the right road, as if he knew the way, and when he came to
+      the palace, he went at once to the stable. The merchant and Beauty entered
+      the palace. They found the table spread for two persons, and they sat down
+      to it.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      After supper there was a great roar as before, and the Beast entered.
+      Beauty trembled, and the Beast turned to her and said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Did you come of your own self?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; said Beauty, still trembling.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Then I thank you. But you, sir,&rdquo; and he turned to the father,
+      &ldquo;get you gone to-morrow, and never let me see your face again.
+      Goodnight, Beauty.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Good-night, Beast,&rdquo; she replied, and Beast walked off. The
+      merchant begged and begged his daughter to leave him, and to go back to
+      her home. But she was firm, and when the morning came, she made him leave
+      her.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Surely,&rdquo; he thought, &ldquo;Beast will not hurt Beauty.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Beauty wept, but she was a brave girl, and soon she dried her eyes, and
+      began to walk through the palace. She came to a door, and over it was
+      written Beauty&rsquo;s Room. She opened the door, and found herself in a
+      fine chamber, with books, music and a harp, and many beautiful things.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;It cannot be that I have only a day to live,&rdquo; she said,
+      &ldquo;for why should all this be done for me?&rdquo; She opened a book
+      and saw written in letters of gold: <i>Your wishes and commands shall be
+      obeyed. You are here the queen over everything</i>.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Alas!&rdquo; she thought, &ldquo;I wish most of all I could see my
+      father and know what he is doing.&rdquo; Just then her eyes fell on a
+      large looking-glass, and in it she saw her father just reaching home. Her
+      sisters came out to meet him. They tried to look sad, but it was plain
+      that they were not sorry to see him come home alone.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The sight in the glass was only for a moment, then it faded, and Beauty
+      turned away and in her mind thanked Beast for what he had done.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At noon she found dinner ready for her, and sweet music sounded as she
+      ate. But she saw nobody. At night Beast came and asked leave to sup with
+      her. Of course she could not say no, but she sat in a fright all through
+      supper. He did not speak for some time. Then he said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Beauty, do you think me very ugly?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes, Beast; I cannot tell a lie. But I think you are very good.&rdquo;
+      Nothing more was said, and Beauty was beginning to be rid of her fear,
+      when all at once he asked:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Beauty, will you marry me?&rdquo; Beauty was in a fright again, but
+      she answered:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;No, Beast.&rdquo; He gave a great sigh which shook the house. Then
+      he got up from the table and said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Good-night, Beauty,&rdquo; and went away. Beauty was glad he had
+      gone, but she could not help pitying him.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      IV. THE CHARM IS BROKEN
+    </h3>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">B</span>eauty lived in
+      this way three months. The Beast came to supper every night. He did not
+      grow less ugly, but Beauty did not mind his ugliness so much, for she saw
+      how kind he really was. But there was one trouble. Every night the Beast
+      was sure to ask:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Will you marry me, Beauty?&rdquo; and Beauty always answered:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;No, Beast.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      But one night he begged her at least never to leave him. Now it chanced on
+      that very day Beauty had looked in her glass. There she saw her father
+      sick with grief, for he thought his child was dead. Her sisters were
+      married. Her brothers were soldiers. So she told all this to the Beast,
+      and wept and said she should die if she could not see her father once
+      more.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Do not refuse to let me go!&rdquo; she begged.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;No,&rdquo; said the Beast. &ldquo;I will not refuse you. I would
+      much rather your poor Beast should die of grief for your absence. So you
+      may go.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, thank you, dear Beast,&rdquo; said Beauty, &ldquo;and I will
+      surely come back in a week.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;When you wish to come back, Beauty, lay your ring on the table
+      before you go to bed, and you will find yourself here when you wake.
+      Good-night, Beauty.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Good-night, Beast.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The next morning Beauty woke to find herself at the farm-house. Her father
+      was so glad to see her once more, and to know she was alive and well, that
+      his sickness left him at once. He sent for her sisters, who came and
+      brought their husbands.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      These husbands were not much to be praised. One was so vain that he looked
+      at himself, and seldom looked at his wife. The other had a sharp tongue,
+      and liked to use it on other people, and most of all on his own wife. So
+      the sisters were no happier than they had been.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      But they were still jealous of Beauty, and they laid a plan for her hurt.
+      They thought if they could keep her at home after the week was over, the
+      Beast would be so angry, he would soon make an end of her. So, at the end
+      of the week, they made a great ado, and begged her to stay just a little
+      longer. Beauty could not help being glad to have her sisters want her. She
+      said she would stay one week more; but she was not quite easy in her mind.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      On the night of the tenth day the sisters gave her a feast, in order to
+      make her forget the Beast. But at night Beauty dreamed she saw poor Beast
+      lying half dead on the grass in the palace garden. She woke in tears, and
+      at once laid her ring on the table, and then went to sleep again.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When she awoke, she was once more in her room at the palace. All day she
+      wished for supper time to come. Then she would see Beast again. But supper
+      time came, and no Beast was at the table. Nine o&rsquo;clock struck, and
+      still Beast did not come.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0031" id="linkimage-0031"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0143m.jpg" alt="0143m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0143.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      Beauty flew into the garden. She went to the spot she had dreamed of, and
+      there lay poor Beast on the grass. She felt his heart beat. He was still
+      alive. She ran for some water and threw it on his face. The Beast opened
+      his eyes and said in a faint voice:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;You forgot your promise. I could not live without you, and I meant
+      to starve to death. Now you have come, and I shall die happy.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;No! you shall not die, dear Beast,&rdquo; cried Beauty. &ldquo;You
+      shall live to be my husband, for now I feel I really love you.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At these words the whole palace was ablaze with light. Music sounded, and
+      there was a stir all about. There was no Beast, but in his place a very
+      handsome prince was at Beauty&rsquo;s feet.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;You have broken the charm that held me,&rdquo; he said.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;But where is my poor Beast?&rdquo; asked Beauty, weeping. &ldquo;I
+      want my dear Beast.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I was the Beast,&rdquo; said the Prince. &ldquo;A wicked fairy had
+      power to make me live in that ugly form, till some good and beautiful maid
+      should be found, so good as to love me in spite of my ugliness.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Beauty was amazed, but she took the Prince&rsquo;s hand and they went into
+      the palace. The people of the country were full of joy. They had mourned
+      for their Prince, and now he had suddenly come back again, and with him
+      was a beautiful princess. So Beauty and the Beast, who was no longer a
+      Beast, reigned happily in the kingdom.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0045" id="link2H_4_0045"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE WOLF AND THE LAMB
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0032" id="linkimage-0032"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0147m.jpg" alt="0147m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0147.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> Wolf saw a Lamb
+      drinking at a brook, and set about finding some good reason for catching
+      him. So he went to a place a little higher up the brook, and called out:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;How dare you muddle the water that I am drinking?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;How can I,&rdquo; said the Lamb, humbly, &ldquo;when I drink with
+      the tips of my lips only? And, besides, the water runs from you to me, not
+      from me to you.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, you called my father names a year ago,&rdquo; said the Wolf,
+      finding another reason.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I was not born a year ago,&rdquo; said the poor lamb.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;You may make ever so good excuses,&rdquo; said the Wolf, finally;
+      &ldquo;I shall eat you all the same.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      This fable teaches that, when one has made up his mind to do wrong, he is
+      not stopped by the best of reasons.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0046" id="link2H_4_0046"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE TRAVELERS AND THE BEAR
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>wo friends were
+      walking along the road, when a Bear came suddenly upon them.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      One of them got first to a tree, and climbed up into it and hid among the
+      branches.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The other, who was slower, fell flat upon the ground, and made believe
+      that he was dead.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When the Bear came up to him, and poked him with his nose, he held his
+      breath; for it is said that this animal will not touch a dead man. The
+      Bear went off, and the Man who was in the tree came down, and asked the
+      other what the Bear had whispered.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;He told me,&rdquo; said the other, &ldquo;not to travel with
+      friends who would desert me when danger came.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      This fable teaches that misfortunes sometimes show which Of our friends
+      are true friends.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0047" id="link2H_4_0047"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE TORTOISE AND THE EAGLE
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0033" id="linkimage-0033"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0149m.jpg" alt="0149m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0149.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> Tortoise, seeing
+      an Eagle in flight, wanted much to fly like him. So she asked him if he
+      would not teach her to fly.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He told her that it was impossible; that Tortoises could not fly. All the
+      more did she urge him; so at last the Eagle seized her in his claws, bore
+      her to a great height, and then, letting her go, bade her fly.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      She fell like a stone to the earth, and the blow knocked the breath out of
+      her body.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      This fable teaches that men who are envious, and refuse to take the advice
+      of those who know more than themselves, are apt to get into trouble.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0048" id="link2H_4_0048"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE WHITE CAT
+    </h2>
+    <h3>
+      I. THE PALACE OF THE WHITE CAT
+    </h3>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> King had three
+      sons, handsome, brave, and generous. Some persons about the court,
+      however, made him believe that these sons were eager to have him die,
+      because each wanted to be king. This was not at all true, but the King
+      believed it, and made a plan to get them out of the way. He sent for them
+      and said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;My dear sons, you must see that I am growing old, and cannot attend
+      to state affairs as I once used to. It is right that I should make one of
+      you king in my stead. But first I should like something to amuse me when I
+      am no longer king. I think I should like best a little dog. Now, the one
+      of you who brings me the most perfect little dog shall be king in my
+      stead.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The princes were much surprised at the fancy of their father to have a
+      little dog, but they all agreed to do as he had asked. They bade him
+      good-by, and promised to come back in a year. They went off together to an
+      old palace three miles away. There they had something to eat, and then set
+      off on separate roads. But they agreed to meet again at the palace at the
+      end of the year.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Now, we will see what happened to the youngest of the three brothers. He
+      went from town to town looking for handsome dogs. He bought one, and then,
+      when he found a handsomer dog, he bought that and gave the other away.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At last he found himself in a wood. Night came on, and it began to rain.
+      There were thunder and lightning, and he lost his way. He groped about and
+      saw a light in the distance. He went toward it, and soon was in front of a
+      fine palace.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The door to the palace was of gold, studded with sapphires, and these
+      shone with a bright light. This was the light the Prince had seen. The
+      walls of the palace were of fine china, and there were wonderful paintings
+      upon them. These paintings showed the adventures of all the fairies from
+      the beginning of the world.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The Prince saw a deer&rsquo;s foot hanging by the side of the door. It was
+      hung at the end of a chain of diamonds, and was plainly a bell-pull. He
+      was greatly astonished, for he saw no one, and he wondered that thieves
+      had not long ago stolen the diamonds and the sapphires.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He pulled the deer&rsquo;s foot and heard a bell ring. Soon the golden
+      door opened. He saw nobody, but he saw twelve Hands in the air, each
+      holding a torch. He looked and did not know what to do. Then he felt
+      himself gently pushed from behind, so he walked on into the palace. There
+      he heard a voice singing:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      &ldquo;Welcome, Prince, no danger fear,
+    </p>
+    <p class="indent15">
+      Mirth and love attend you here.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The Hands with the torches led him through one door after another, into
+      one room after another. Each room was more splendid than the last. Finally
+      the Hands drew a chair near a fire, and beckoned him to sit down.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The Hands he saw were white and fair. They took away his wet clothes, and
+      brought him new fine linen, and a warm wrapper in which he sat before the
+      fire. Then they placed before him a glass upon a stand, and began to comb
+      and brush his hair gently. They brought a bowl with perfumed water in it,
+      and washed his face and hands.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Now the Prince was fresh and warm, and the Hands gave him a princely suit
+      of clothes. When he was dressed, they led him out of the chamber to a
+      grand hall. Here a table was set with rich and dainty food. Two plates
+      were on the table, and the Prince wondered who was to eat with him.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      II. A YEAR OF SPORT
+    </h3>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">J</span>ust then he looked
+      up and saw a small figure coming toward him. It was covered with a long
+      black veil, and was not more than a foot high. On each side walked a cat
+      dressed in black, and behind came a great number of cats, some carrying
+      cages full of rats, and others mouse-traps filled with mice.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The Prince did not know what to think. The little figure drew near, and
+      drew aside her veil. It was a cat, a beautiful White Cat, but looking sad
+      and gentle. She said to the Prince:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;You are welcome, Prince. It makes me glad to have you come.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Madam,&rdquo; said the Prince, &ldquo;I thank you for all your
+      goodness to me. I cannot help thinking you must be a wonderful being, to
+      have this beautiful palace, to be able to speak, and yet to be a cat!&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;That is true,&rdquo; said the Cat, &ldquo;but I do not like to
+      talk, and I do not like to hear fine things said to me. Let us sit down to
+      supper.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The Hands then placed some dishes on the table, in front of the Prince and
+      the White Cat.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The Prince had a pie made of young pigeons, but the White Cat had one made
+      of fat mice. The Prince at first did not like to touch his food. He was
+      not quite sure what it was, but the White Cat told him not to be afraid.
+      The dishes before him had no bit of rat or mouse in them.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When supper was over, the Prince noticed that the White Cat carried a
+      little picture hung by a cord upon one of her feet. He asked to look at
+      it. It was a portrait of a young man. To his great surprise, it was his
+      own likeness.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He did not ask the White Cat to explain this, for she had a look which
+      forbade him. They talked together about many things, and then the White
+      Cat bade the Prince good-night. The Hands, with torches, led him to his
+      chamber, and there he slept.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He was waked in the morning by a noise outside. He got up, and the Hands
+      brought him a handsome hunting-jacket. The noise kept on, and he looked
+      out of the window. There he saw more than five hundred cats in the open
+      space before the palace. They were making ready for a hunt.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The White Cat soon came and asked him to join their sport, and he was
+      given a wooden horse to ride on. The White Cat mounted a monkey. She wore
+      a dragoon&rsquo;s cap, which made her look very bold and fierce.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The horns sounded, and away they went. The cats ran faster than the hares
+      and rabbits, and when they caught any, they brought them to the Prince and
+      the White Cat. They chased birds as well as rabbits. Up the trees they
+      went, and the White Cat on the monkey climbed more quickly than any, and
+      mounted the highest trees, to the eagle&rsquo;s nest.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When the chase was over, they all went back to the palace. The White Cat
+      sat down at the table with the Prince, and they had a fine supper. Again
+      the Hands led the Prince to his chamber, and he slept soundly.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So it went on day after day. Every day there was some new pleasure, and
+      the White Cat was so gentle, so sweet, and so thoughtful, that the Prince
+      could not bear to think of leaving the palace.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;How can I go away from you?&rdquo; he cried one day. &ldquo;Can you
+      not make me a cat to live here always? or, can you not make yourself a
+      lady?&rdquo; But the White Cat only smiled, and made no answer.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At last a year had almost gone. The White Cat knew what day the Prince
+      must return to his father, and told him that he had but three days left.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Alas!&rdquo; said the Prince. &ldquo;What shall I do? I have not
+      yet found a dog small enough.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Never fear,&rdquo; said the White Cat. &ldquo;I will see that you
+      have a dog, and I will also give you a wooden horse, so that you can ride
+      home in a few hours.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When the day came, the White Cat gave the Prince an acorn, and told him to
+      put it close to his ear. He did so, and could hear a little dog barking
+      inside the acorn. He was delighted, and thanked the White Cat a thousand
+      times.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      III. THE LITTLE DOG AND THE CAMBRIC
+    </h3>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>he Prince mounted
+      his wooden horse, and soon was at the place where he was to meet his
+      brothers. The two eldest told their stories. The youngest kept silence,
+      and showed only a cheap cur. The brothers trod on each other&rsquo;s toes
+      under the table, as much as to say, &ldquo;We have nothing to fear from
+      this dog.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The next day they all went to the palace. The dogs of the two elder
+      brothers were brought in on soft rugs; they were wrapped about in silk
+      quilts, and it was hard to see anything of them. However, the King looked
+      at each, and could not make up his mind which was the smaller and
+      prettier. So the two princes began to quarrel.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At this the youngest son came forward. Nobody had looked at his cur, but
+      now he showed them his acorn. He broke the shell, and out jumped a little
+      dog. He held his finger ring, and the dog leaped through it. There was no
+      doubt now who had the smallest and prettiest dog.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The King could not possibly find any fault with the dog, but he could not
+      bear to give up his crown yet. So he thanked his sons for their trouble,
+      and asked them to try once more. He wished them to be gone a year, and at
+      the end of that time to bring him a fine piece of cambric. It must be fine
+      enough to be drawn through the eye of a small needle.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The three princes thought this very hard, but they set off as before. The
+      two eldest took different roads. The youngest mounted his wooden horse,
+      and quickly came to the palace of the White Cat. There he was received
+      with great joy. The Hands helped him to dismount, and the table was spread
+      before him. The best food was given him, and the White Cat sat opposite.
+      He told her what a hard task his father had set.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Do not be troubled,&rdquo; she said. &ldquo;I have cats in my
+      palace who can make just such cambric. So be at ease and enjoy yourself.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The Prince knew how to enjoy himself. He talked with the White Cat about
+      all sorts of things, and they hunted together. And when he was alone, he
+      could think about the White Cat, and what she said last. Oh, yes, he knew
+      how to enjoy himself.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Thus another year went by. At the end of the year the White Cat said to
+      the Prince:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;This time you must go in state.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then he saw in the yard a splendid carriage, covered with gold and
+      diamonds. Twelve horses as white as snow were harnessed to it, and a troop
+      of horsemen was ready to ride behind and by the side of the carriage. The
+      White Cat bade the Prince good-by, and gave him a walnut.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;In this nut,&rdquo; she said, &ldquo;is the cambric. But you must
+      not open the nut till you come before the King.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Away went the horses, and carried the Prince in a twinkling to the King&rsquo;s
+      palace. His two brothers were already there. They all went into the King&rsquo;s
+      presence, and the eldest brought out his piece of cambric. No one had ever
+      seen anything so fine. The King took the needle. The tip end of the
+      cambric went through the eye, but the piece could not be pulled further.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The second son tried, but his piece failed also. Then the youngest Prince
+      came forward with an elegant box, covered with jewels. He opened the box
+      and took out the walnut. He smiled, and looked about, and cracked the
+      shell. Then he looked sober. There was no cambric there, only a filbert.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      However, he cracked the shell of the filbert. Out came a cherry-stone. He
+      looked more serious still. The brothers and the lords of the court began
+      to laugh. What could be more silly than this Prince with his cherry-stone!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The Prince now cracked the cherry-stone, and took out the kernel. He split
+      it, and found a grain of wheat; he opened the grain of wheat, and there
+      was a grain of millet-seed. All the court was now laughing. The Prince
+      grew red in the face and muttered:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;O White Cat, White Cat, you have deceived me.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When he said this, he felt a scratch on his arm. He saw nothing, but it
+      was just as if a cat scratched him. That brought him to his senses. He
+      opened the millet-seed very carefully, and drew forth a piece of cambric.
+      It was four hundred yards long, and was so fine that it was easily drawn
+      through the eye of the needle.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The King could ask nothing more. But he was not ready to give up his
+      crown, so he said to his sons:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;You have done nobly. Now one of you must be king. But it will not
+      do for one to be king without a queen. So go away and find the most
+      beautiful woman in the world. At the end of the year come back. The one
+      who brings the most beautiful woman shall marry her and have my kingdom.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      IV. THE WHITE CAT HAS HER HEAD CUT OFF
+    </h3>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>he three brothers
+      set off again on their travels, and the youngest rode straight to the
+      palace of the White Cat. He could not bear to speak or think of his
+      errand. He was so happy, however, with the White Cat that he quite forgot
+      everything for another year. At the end of that time, the &ldquo;White Cat
+      herself reminded him what he had to do.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;You must now go back to your father, but you shall take with you a
+      beautiful princess. Cut off my head and my tail, and throw them into the
+      fire.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I!&rdquo; said the Prince. &ldquo;I cut off your head and tail! How
+      can I, when I love you so?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;You must. That is the way to prove your love. If you love me, do as
+      I bid you.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The Prince looked at the White Cat. Her eyes said the same thing to him.
+      He took his sword, and did as she bade him. No sooner had he done this
+      than the White Cat was gone, and a beautiful princess stood before him. At
+      the same moment the room was full of maids and gentlemen. All the cats
+      were gone. The Prince was astonished. The beautiful princess sent away all
+      the people, and then told the story of her life to the Prince.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      V. THE WHITE CAT&rsquo;S STORY
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Do not think I have always been a cat. My father was a king, and
+      had six kingdoms. He loved my mother dearly, and let her do just as she
+      wished. She liked best to travel and to see new sights. One day she heard
+      of a distant country where the fairies had a garden, and in this garden
+      was the most delicious fruit ever eaten.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;She wished at once to taste this fruit, and so she set off for the
+      country. She came to a noble palace and knocked at the gate. No one came
+      out. She waited. No one appeared anywhere in sight. But over the garden
+      wall she saw the fruit.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;My mother bade her servants pitch her tent close by the gate. There
+      she stayed six weeks. Yet she saw no one go in or out. She was so vexed
+      and so disappointed that at the end of six weeks she fell sick.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;One night, when she was almost dead, she opened her eyes and saw an
+      old woman, small and ugly. It was one of the fairies who owned the garden.
+      This old woman was sitting in a chair by the bed, and spoke to my mother.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;&lsquo;Why do you come here for our fruit?&rsquo; she asked.
+      &lsquo;My sisters and I do not like it at all. We did not mean you should
+      have any. But now you are very ill, and we do not want you to die here;
+      you may have all you want, if you will give us what we ask and then go
+      away.&rsquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;&lsquo;Oh,&rsquo; said my mother,&rsquo; I will give you everything
+      I have, to the half of my kingdom, if you will only give me the fruit.&rsquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;&lsquo;Very well. You will have a child. When the child is born,
+      give her to us. We will take care of her, and she shall be a beautiful
+      princess.&rsquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;&lsquo;That is pretty hard,&rsquo; said my mother, &lsquo;but I
+      must have the fruit, or I shall die. So the child shall be yours.&rsquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Then my mother rose and dressed, and went into the garden. Here she
+      ate her fill. Besides, she ordered four thousand mules to be loaded with
+      the fruit, for it was of a kind that would never spoil. Thus she traveled
+      back to my father. He was overjoyed to see her, and she said nothing of
+      the promise she had given.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;By and by, however, she grew sad, and my father asked her what
+      troubled her. Then she told him the whole story. At first he was greatly
+      troubled, but he began to think how he should prevent the fairies from
+      getting his child.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;As soon as I was born he had me taken to the top of a high tower.
+      There were twenty flights of stairs leading up to the room in which I was
+      placed. A door was at the foot of each flight, and was locked, and my
+      father kept the key. He did not mean that any one should get at me.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;When the fairies heard of this, they were very angry. They sent
+      forth a great dragon, and the dragon breathed forth fire, and burnt up the
+      grass and trees. It was very fierce, too, and killed men, women, and
+      children. So my father was filled with dismay, and sent word that the
+      fairies should have me.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      VI. THE WHITE CAT&rsquo;S STORY ENDED
+    </h3>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span> was placed in a
+      cradle of mother-of-pearl, and carried to the palace by the garden where
+      my mother had eaten the fruit. The dragon at once disappeared, and all
+      went well in my father&rsquo;s kingdom.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The fairies gave me a room in a tower, and I had everything I could
+      ask. Here I grew up. I knew nothing of my father or mother. The fairies
+      came to see me, but they rode the dragon, and flew in at the window. You
+      must know there was no door to the tower. There were windows, high up from
+      the ground, and there was a garden upon the top of the tower.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The fairies were very kind to me, and all went well. I played in
+      the garden on the tower, and I had my birds and flowers. But one day I was
+      sitting at one of the windows talking with my parrot, when I saw a
+      fine-looking man below. He stood listening to the parrot and me.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I never had seen a man except in pictures, and I was very glad to
+      see this one. We spoke to each other through the window, and so it went on
+      day after day. At last I thought I could not bear to live alone in the
+      tower, and I planned to escape.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I begged the fairies to bring me some cord and needles, to make a
+      net with. There were birds flying about, and if I had a net I could catch
+      one. They gave me these things, and I made a ladder which reached from my
+      window to the ground.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I meant to climb down the ladder, but before I could do so my lover
+      had climbed up. He leaped in at my window. At first I was frightened, but
+      then I was glad to have him with me. He gave me a picture of himself, but
+      while we were talking the fairy Violent flew in at the window on the back
+      of the dragon. She was in a great rage, and bade the dragon at once devour
+      my lover.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I tried to cast myself into the mouth of the dragon, for I no
+      longer cared to live. But the fairy held me back, and said she had another
+      punishment for me. She touched me with her wand, and I became at once a
+      White Cat.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;She brought me to this palace, and gave me a troop of cats to wait
+      on me. They were lords and ladies who had been turned into cats. The Hands
+      were the hands of servants who could not be seen. Here I was to stay a cat
+      until a prince should come who looked exactly like my lover, and who
+      should cut off my head and my tail.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;My Prince, look at this picture. It is your exact image. You have
+      saved me from the fairies, and I love you with all my heart.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The Prince was overjoyed. He made haste to set out for his father&rsquo;s
+      palace with the beautiful princess. Again the brothers stood before the
+      King, each with a beautiful princess. The King was now at his wit&rsquo;s
+      end, but the princess, who had lately been a White Cat, came forward and
+      said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;O King, it is a thousand pities that you should give up your
+      kingdom. You are not old. You are very wise, and ought to reign many
+      years. I have six kingdoms. Let me give one to each of your two eldest
+      sons. Then the youngest son and I will still have four kingdoms. More than
+      all, you will not have to decide which of us three princesses is the most
+      beautiful.&rdquo; Everybody set up a shout. The three weddings took place
+      at once, and the kingdoms were divided among the princes.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0049" id="link2H_4_0049"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE LION, THE ASS, AND THE FOX
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0034" id="linkimage-0034"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0167m.jpg" alt="0167m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0167.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>he Lion, the Ass,
+      and the Fox made a bargain to hunt together. When they had caught a good
+      supply of game, they came to eat it, and the Lion bade the Ass divide the
+      spoils. So the Ass divided it into three equal parts, and called on each
+      to choose his portion. At that the Lion fell into a rage, and made his
+      supper off the Ass.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then the Lion told the Fox to divide it, and he put almost all the game
+      into one great heap for the Lion, and saved only a small bit for himself.
+      Then the Lion said: &ldquo;My good fellow, who taught you to divide so
+      well?&rdquo; And the Fox said: &ldquo;That dead Ass there.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0050" id="link2H_4_0050"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE JACKDAW AND THE DOVES
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> Jackdaw once
+      looked into a dove-cote, and saw the Doves well fed and cared for; so he
+      went away and daubed himself white, and then came back to make himself one
+      of them. As long as he kept quiet they let him stay, thinking he was a
+      Dove. But as soon as he opened his mouth to sing, they found out who he
+      was, and drove him out of the dove-cote.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He, poor fellow, now went back to the Jackdaws. But they did not know him
+      on account of his white coat, and would not let him join them.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      And so, for wanting to get into two companies, he missed both.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      This fable teaches that it is best for us to be content with our own kind.
+      The greedy not only miss what they seek, but often lose what they have.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0051" id="link2H_4_0051"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE FOUR BULLS AND THE LION
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">F</span>our Bulls once
+      agreed to live together, and they fed in the same pasture. Now the Lion
+      saw them afar off, and wanted to hunt them, but he knew that he could not
+      so long as they held together.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So he managed to set them quarreling with one another; and when that
+      happened, they separated, and he easily mastered them one at a time.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0052" id="link2H_4_0052"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE COUNTRY MAID AND HER MILK-PAIL
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> Country Maid was
+      walking slowly along with a pail of milk upon her head. She was saying to
+      herself:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The money for which I shall sell this milk will buy me three
+      hundred eggs. These eggs will produce at least two hundred and fifty
+      chickens. The chickens will be fit to carry to market about Christmas,
+      when poultry always brings a good price. By May-day I shall have money
+      enough to buy a new gown. Let me see&mdash;green suits me; yes, it shall
+      be green. In this dress I will go to the fair, where all the young fellows
+      will want me for a partner. But I shall refuse every one of them.&rdquo;
+      By this time she was so full of her fancy that she tossed her head
+      proudly. Over went the pail, and all the milk was spilled on the ground.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Moral. Don&rsquo;t count your chickens before they are hatched.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0053" id="link2H_4_0053"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE CAT, THE WEASEL, AND THE YOUNG RABBIT
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>here was once a
+      young Rabbit, a quiet, peace-loving Rabbit. He lived in a neat house, and
+      made no trouble for any one. But one day he went to market to buy some
+      parsley. A Weasel came slyly by and saw the little house. He slipped in
+      and made himself at home. It was a good place to stay in, and there he
+      meant to stay. By and by the Rabbit came home, and saw the Weasel at the
+      window.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Do you know that this is my house?&rdquo; the Rabbit asked.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Pooh, pooh!&rdquo; said the Weasel, &ldquo;what makes it yours? You
+      only dug in the ground a little, and came in here where the earth was
+      gone. Do you think you own the earth?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The law gives it to me,&rdquo; said the Rabbit, &ldquo;because I
+      made it fit to live in. If you do not leave, I will call the police.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0035" id="linkimage-0035"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0171m.jpg" alt="0171m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0171.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The law, indeed!&rdquo; said the Weasel; &ldquo;and what right has
+      the law to give away land? But we will have no more words. We will lay the
+      matter before the Cat, and leave it to him.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Very well,&rdquo; said the young Rabbit, and they went to find the
+      Cat,&mdash;an old, wise, and strong Cat.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Come nearer, my children,&rdquo; said the Cat, as they both began
+      to talk at the same time. &ldquo;I am very deaf; nearer, for I wish to
+      hear every word.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      They came close to the Cat, each talking loudly. But as soon as the Cat
+      had them within reach, he darted his claws out on each side, and held them
+      both fast. First he made way with the young Rabbit, next with the Weasel;
+      and then the house belonged to him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0054" id="link2H_4_0054"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE TRAVELING MUSICIANS
+    </h2>
+    <h3>
+      I. HOW THEY SET OUT
+    </h3>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> Farmer had an Ass
+      that had been a faithful servant to him a great many years. But the Ass
+      was growing old, and every day was more and more unfit for work.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      His master was tired of keeping him, and began to think of putting an end
+      to him. But the Ass saw there was mischief in the wind and took himself
+      off slyly. He set out toward the great city. &ldquo;There,&rdquo; thought
+      he, &ldquo;people will like to hear me bray, and I shall earn my living as
+      a musician.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He had traveled a little way when he spied a Dog by the wayside. The Dog
+      was lying down, and panting as if he were very tired.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What makes you pant so, my friend?&rdquo; asked the Ass.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Alas!&rdquo; said the Dog, &ldquo;my master was about to knock me
+      on the head. I am old and weak, and can no longer hunt as I used. So I ran
+      away. But how can I earn a living?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Hark ye,&rdquo; said the Ass; &ldquo;I am going to the great city
+      to be a musician; suppose you go with me, and try what you can do in the
+      same way.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Very well,&rdquo; said the Dog, and they jogged on together.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      They had not gone far before they saw a Cat sitting in the middle of the
+      road. The Cat wore a very sad face.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Pray, my good lady,&rdquo; said the Ass, &ldquo;what is the matter
+      with you? You look quite out of sorts.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Ah me!&rdquo; said the Cat, &ldquo;well I may. How can I be in good
+      spirits, when I fear for my life? I am beginning to grow old, and I like
+      to lie at my ease by the fire, and not to run about the house after mice.
+      So my mistress laid hold of me, and was about to drown me. I was lucky
+      enough to get away from her. But what am I to live on?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh!&rdquo; said the Ass, &ldquo;come with us to the great city. You
+      are a good night-singer, and may make your fortune as a musician.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well said,&rdquo; said the Cat, and she joined the party.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      On they went, until they came to a farm-yard. There they saw a Cock
+      perched upon the gate, and the Cock was crowing with all his might and
+      main.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Bravo!&rdquo; said the Ass; &ldquo;upon my word you make a famous
+      noise; pray, what is all this about?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Why,&rdquo; said the Cock, &ldquo;I was just now saying that it was
+      going to be fine weather, when lo! the cook claps her hands to her ears,
+      and says she means to cut my head off, and make broth of me for the guests
+      that are coming to-morrow.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What a shame!&rdquo; said the Ass. &ldquo;But come with us, Master
+      Cock. It will be better than to stay here and have your head cut off.
+      Besides, who knows? If we take care to sing in tune, we may get up some
+      kind of concert; so, come along with us.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;With all my heart,&rdquo; said the Cock; and they all four went on
+      their way.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      II. HOW THEY GAVE A CONCERT
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      They could not reach the great city the first day. So, when night came on,
+      they went into the wood to sleep. The Ass and the Dog lay down under a
+      great tree; the Cat climbed up and sat on a branch; the Cock flew up to
+      the top of the tree, for that was a very safe place.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Before he went to sleep, he looked out on all sides to see if the world
+      were quiet. Afar off he saw something bright, and he called out to the
+      others:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;There must be a house no great way off, for I see a light.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;If that be the case,&rdquo; said the Ass, &ldquo;let us change our
+      quarters, for our lodging here is not the best in the world.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;So say I,&rdquo; said the Dog. &ldquo;I should not be the worse for
+      a bone or two, or a bit of meat.&rdquo; So off they all went to the spot
+      where the Cock had seen the light. As they drew near, it became larger and
+      brighter, till at last they came close to a house in which a gang of
+      robbers lived.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The Ass was the tallest of the company, so he marched up to the window and
+      peeped in.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, Ass,&rdquo; said the Cock, &ldquo;what do you see?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What do I see? Why, I see a table spread with all sorts of good
+      things, and men sitting round it, making merry.&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;That would be a fine place for us to live in,&rdquo; said the Cock.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; said the Ass, &ldquo;if we only could get in.&rdquo; So
+      they all talked the matter over, and at last hit upon a plan. The Ass
+      stood on his hind-legs, with his fore-feet resting on the window-sill; the
+      Dog got upon his back; the Cat scrambled up to the Dog&rsquo;s shoulders;
+      and the Cock flew up and sat upon the Cat&rsquo;s head.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0036" id="linkimage-0036"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0176m.jpg" alt="0176m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0176.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      When all was ready, they began their music. The Ass brayed, the Dog
+      barked, the Cat mewed, and the Cock crowed; and then they all broke
+      through the window at once, and came tumbling into the room. The glass
+      fell with a smash upon the floor, and there was a great clatter.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The robbers started when they heard the music. They were scared out of
+      their wits when the Traveling Musicians came tumbling into the room. So
+      they took to their heels at once.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      III. HOW THEY MADE THEMSELVES AT HOME
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      As soon as they were gone, the Traveling Musicians sat down at the table.
+      They ate all that the robbers had left, and as they were very hungry, they
+      ate very fast.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then, when they had cleared the table, they put out the lights, and each
+      found a place in which to sleep. The Ass lay upon a heap of straw in the
+      yard; the Dog stretched himself upon a mat behind the door; the Cat rolled
+      herself up on the hearth before the warm ashes; and the Cock perched upon
+      a beam at the top of the house. They were all tired and soon fell asleep.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      After some time the robbers, who had not fled far, got over their fright.
+      They saw that the lights were out, and that all was quiet. They began to
+      think they had been frightened at nothing. One, bolder than the rest,
+      crept back to the house. All was still; all was dark.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He made his way into the kitchen, and groped about to find a candle. He
+      found the candle, and then went to the fire, as he thought, to light his
+      candle. But the live coals which he thought he saw were the two fiery eyes
+      of the Cat.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He held the candle close, to light it, but the Cat, not liking the joke,
+      sprang at his face, and spit, and scratched him. Away he ran to the door.
+      But there the Dog jumped up and bit him in the leg. As he was crossing the
+      yard, the Ass kicked him, and the Cock, now awake, crowed with all his
+      might.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At this the robber ran back to his comrades, as fast as his legs could
+      carry him. He told them that a horrid witch had got into the house, and
+      had spit at him, and scratched his face with long bony fingers. A man with
+      a knife in his hand hid behind the door, and stabbed him in the leg. A
+      black monster stood in the yard, and struck him with a club. And the judge
+      sat upon the top of the house, and cried out:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Throw the rascal up here!&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      After this, the robbers never dared to go back to the house. The Traveling
+      Musicians were so pleased with their quarters, that they took up their
+      abode there, and there they are, I dare say, at this very day.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0055" id="link2H_4_0055"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      BELLING THE CAT
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>here was a sly Cat
+      in a house, and the Mice were so plagued with her at every turn, that they
+      called a council to plan a way by which they might guard against being
+      caught by her.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;If you will be ruled by me,&rdquo; says one of the Mice, &ldquo;there&rsquo;s
+      nothing like hanging a bell about the Cat&rsquo;s neck, to give warning
+      when Puss is coming.&rdquo; They all thought that a capital plan.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well,&rdquo; says another, &ldquo;and now we are agreed upon the
+      bell, say, who shall hang it upon the Cat&rsquo;s neck?&rdquo; But there
+      was no one ready to bell the Cat.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0056" id="link2H_4_0056"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE WOLF AND THE CRANE
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0037" id="linkimage-0037"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0180m.jpg" alt="0180m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0180.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> Wolf once had a
+      bone stuck in his throat, and offered to pay the Crane well if she would
+      thrust her long bill down and draw the bone out.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When she had done this, she asked for her pay. Then the Wolf laughed, and
+      showed his teeth, and said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Is it not enough for you that you have had your head in a Wolf&rsquo;s
+      mouth, and have drawn it out again safely? What more do you want?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0057" id="link2H_4_0057"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE WOLF AND THE SHEPHERD
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> Wolf once walked
+      behind a flock of Sheep, and did them no harm. At first, the Shepherd
+      treated him as an enemy, and kept watch against him. But when the Wolf
+      made no sign of hurting the Sheep, the Shepherd began to think he was
+      quite as good as a watch-dog.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So one day, when the Shepherd wished to go to the city, he left the Sheep
+      in the care of this quiet Wolf. That was the chance the Wolf wanted, and
+      he made sad havoc with the flock. When the Shepherd came back and saw the
+      Sheep scattered, he said:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;It serves me right; for why did I trust Sheep to a Wolf?&rdquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0058" id="link2H_4_0058"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE FROGS ASK FOR A KING
+    </h2>
+    <p class="pfirst">
+      <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span>n old times, the
+      Frogs lived in a free and easy way, each one as he pleased. But the elders
+      among them did not like this, and begged Jove to send them a king.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Jove thought them very foolish, and tossed a log into the middle of the
+      pond. The Frogs were scared out of their wits, and plunged at once into
+      the deepest hole. By and by, they peeped out and saw that King Log was
+      stock-still.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      They began to grow bolder; soon they laughed at King Log. Then they jumped
+      up and sat on the log. That was not a king, they said, and off they went
+      to Jove, and asked him to give them a new king.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      This time Jove gave them an Eel. But the Eel was stupid, and the Frogs
+      liked him no better. They sent a third time to Jove.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><a name="linkimage-0038" id="linkimage-0038"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div class="fig" style="width:65%;">
+      <img src="images/0182m.jpg" alt="0182m " width="100%" /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h5>
+      <a href="images/0182.jpg"><i>Original</i></a>
+    </h5>
+    <p>
+      At this Jove was angry, and sent them a king of another sort. He sent them
+      King Stork, and King Stork caught the Frogs, one by one, and ate them,
+      till there was not one left.
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 6em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
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author	nfenwick <nfenwick@pglaf.org>	2025-03-01 14:26:36 -0800
committer	nfenwick <nfenwick@pglaf.org>	2025-03-01 14:26:36 -0800
commit	d3d17733abe5fc413c10cf7974db1f2ca65e4279 (patch)
tree	5538c43d00679e64fd1420df4b37db704000ce5e