and bound some simples on the wound, and said, "Go and lie down, dear fawn, that you may get cured." The wound was so slight that it had healed by the next morning; and when the fawn again heard the huntsmen in the forest, he said, "I can't, keep away, I must be after them; but they shall not catch. me so easily again." The sister shed tears, and said,

They will certainly kill you; so I will not let you go." "Then if you prevent my going, I shall die of grief here instead," answered the fawn; " for when I hear the sound of the horn, I feel as if I wanted to jump out of my shoes." So the sister could not help opening the door, though she did it with a heavy heart; and the fawn bounded gaily across the forest. When the king saw him, he said to his huntsmen, "Now we must hunt him till evening, only mind nobody hurts him." Towards sunset the king said to the huntsmen who had followed the fawn

where their marriage was celebrated with great pomp; and he lived very happily with his new queen, while the fawn was fondled and pampered, and had the run of the palace-gardens. Meantime the wicked stepmother, whose cruelty had obliged the children to go forth into the wide world, had hoped all along that the little girl had been torn to pieces by the wild beasts in the forest, and that the little boy had been shot dead by some huntsmen, mistaking him for a real fawn. So when she heard how happy they were, envy and malice were continually gnawing at her heart; and she thought of nothing else but how she should bring them into trouble again. Her own daughter, too, who was one-eyed and as ugly as sin, kept kindling her bad passions by incessant reproaches, and saying, that it was she who ought to have been a queen. "Be easy," said the old beldame; "when a good opportunity offers, I will not let it slip."

THE CHARMED FAWN.

Accordingly, as soon as she heard that the queen

had become the mother of a fine little boy, the old witch went to the palace while the king was out hunting; and having assumed the shape of one of the queen's maids, she went into her bedchamber, and said, "The bath is now ready, and if it pleases your majesty to get up before it gets cold, no doubt it will

do

you good." The witch's daughter, who was likewise at hand, then helped to lift the sick queen into the bath. No sooner had they done this than they closed the door of the bath-room, where they had made such a fire, that they felt certain the beautiful young queen would be instantly stifled.

The old crone then put a cap on her daughter's head, and laid her in the queen's bed, and tried to make her look as like her majesty as possible; only, not being able to give her back the eye that was missing, she bade her lie on that side, so as to con