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Filled with joy, Beauty took the prince by the hand and turned toward the palace, while on every side voices called out, "Long life and happiness to our prince and his fair bride." When they had entered the palace, they met Beauty's father and were promptly married, and began the long life of happiness in which they never forgot that kindness and sympathy had brought them all their joy.


ONE day the Horse and the Stag had a quarrel, in which the Horse was beaten. Although the Horse tried his best, he could find no way to revenge himself upon his enemy until he applied to a man for help.

The man said promptly, "I can tell you how we will do it. You let me saddle and bridle you, and then you can carry me till we overtake the Stag, when I can easily kill him."

The angry Horse consented, and the Stag was killed.

The Horse neighed with joy, and cried out, "Now take off this heavy saddle, this iron bit, and the bridle that galls me so. I want to run back and tell mv family."

"No, no," said the man; "you are much too useful to me as you are."

Always afterward the Horse served the man, and he found that his revenge had cost him his liberty. THE OWL AND THE PUSSY-CAT


By Edward Lkar

THE Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat;
They took some honey, and plenty of money

Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the moon above,

And sang to a small guitar,
"Oh, lovely Pussy! Oh, Pussy, my love!
What a beautiful Pussy you are—

You are,
What a beautiful Pussv von are!"

Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl!

How wonderful sweet you sing! Oh, let us be married—too long we have tarried

But what shall we do for a ring?"

They sailed away for a year and a day
To the land where the Bong-tree grows,

And there in a wood a piggy-wig stood
With a ring in the end of his nose—

His nose,
With a ring in the end of his nose.

"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling

Your ring?" Said the piggy, "I will."
So they took it away, and were married next day

By the turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined upon mince and slices of quince,

Which they ate with a runcible spoon,
And hand in hand on the edge of the sand

They danced by the light of the moon—
The moon,

They danced by the light of the moon.


By Robert Louis Stevenson

A birdie with a yellow bill
Hopped upon the window-sill,
Cocked his shining eye and said:
"Ain't you 'shamed, you sleepyhead!"

No boy likes to be called a sleepyhead, but none can read Stevenson's funny little stanza without smiling.




THERE were once a brother and sister who loved each other dearly; their mother was dead, and their father had married a woman who was most unkind and cruel to them. One day the boy took his sister's hand and said to her, "Dear little sister, since our mother died we have not had one happy hour. Our stepmother gives us dry, hard crusts for dinner and supper; she often knocks us about, and threatens to kick us out of the house. Even the little dogs under the table fare better than we do, for she often throws them nice pieces to eat. Heaven pity usl O, if our dear mother knewl Come, let us go out into the wide world!"

So they went out, and wandered over fields and meadows the whole day till evening. At last they found themselves in a large forest; it began to rain, and the little sister said, "See, brother, heaven and our hearts weep together."

Finally, tired out with hunger and sorrow and the long journey, they crept into a hollow tree, laid themselves down, and slept till morning. When they awoke the sun was high in the heavens, and shone brightly into the hollow tree, so they left their place of shelter and wandered away in search of water.

"O, I am so thirsty!" said the boy. "If we could only find a brook or a stream!" He stopped to listen, and said, "Stay, I think I hear a running stream." So he took his sister by the hand, and they ran together to find it.

Now, the stepmother of these poor children was a wicked witch. She had seen the children go away, and following them cautiously like a snake, had bewitched all the springs and streams in the forest. The pleasant trickling of a brook over the pebbles was heard by the children as they reached it, and the boy was just stooping to drink when the sister heard in the babbling of the brook:

"Whoever drinks of me,
A tiger soon will be."

Then she cried quickly, "Stay, brother, stay! Do not drink, or you will become a wild beast and tear me to pieces."

Thirsty as he was, at her words the brother conquered his desire to drink, and said, "Dear sister, I will wait till we come to a spring." So they wan

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