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beasts and that the fawn had been hunted to death. Therefore, when she heard of their happiness, such envy and malice arose in her heart that she could find no rest till she had tried to destroy it.
She and her ugly daughter came to the castle when the queen had a little baby, and one of them pretended to be a nurse, and at last they got the mother and child into their power.
They shut the queen up in the bath and tried to suffocate her, and the old woman put her own ugly daughter in the queen's bed, that the king might not know she was away.
The daughter would not, however, let the king speak to her, but pretended that she must be kept quite quiet.
The queen soon escaped from the bathroom, where the wicked old woman had shut her up, but she did not go far, as she wanted to watch over her child and the fawn.
For two nights the baby's nurse saw a figure like the queen come into the room and take up her baby and nurse it. Then she told the king, and he determined to watch himself.
The old stepmother, who acted as nurse to her ugly daughter, had said that the queen was too weak to see him, and never left her room.
"There cannot be two queens," said the king to himself, "so to-night I will watch in the nursery."
As soon as the figure came in and took up her baby, he saw it was his real wife, and caught her in his arms, saying, "You are my own beloved wife, as beautiful and as well as ever."
The wicked witch had thrown the queen into a trance, hoping she would die, and that the king would then marry her daughter; but when the king spoke to her, the spell was broken. The queen told the king how cruelly she had been treated by her stepmother, and on hearing this he became very angry, and had the witch and her daughter brought to justice. They were both sentenced to die; the daughter to be devoured by wild beasts, and the mother to be burned alive.
No sooner, however, was the witch reduced to ashes than the charm which held the queen's brother in the form of a stag was broken; he recovered his own natural shape, and appeared before them a tall, handsome young man.
After this the brother and sister lived happily and peacefully for the rest of their lives.
By Robert Louis Stevenson
OVER the borders, a sin without pardon,
Here is the mill with the humming of thunder,
Here is the sluice with the race running under—
Sounds of the village grow stiller and stiller,
Dusty and dim are the eyes of the miller,
Years may go by, and the wheel in the river
Wheel and keep roaring and foaming forever,
Home from the Indies and home from the ocean,
Still we shall find the old mill-wheel in motion,
You with the bean that I gave when we quarrelled,
Honored and old and all gayly apparelled,
Do you not think this a beautiful little poem? It almost reads itself, or, better, it almost sings itself. If you read it aloud you will hear the music, and music is a large part of poetry.
When we read Stevenson we remember always that he was Scotch, but we know that he belongs as much to us as to the boys and girls of Scotland. We can see that he is Scotch in this poem. For instance, he says weir when we would say mill-dam, and sluice when we would be more likely to say gate. Then we might say work or drudgery in place of moil.
Again, our boys are not liable to go to the Indies, but many of the boys of Great Britain go to the British possessions in India, and they think more of the army and navy than our boys do in the United States. But they all come back, just as we do, to the places loved in childhood, and they remember their little keepsakes when they come—the bean or the marble that meant so much then.
Read this poem to your parents—they will appreciate it more than you do now, and will tell you that when you have grown older and have children of your own you will love Keepsake Mill better than you do now.
By Robert Louis Stevenson
ITTLE Indian, Sioux or Crow,
You have seen the scarlet trees
Such a life is very fine,
You have curious things to eat,
Little Indian, Sioux or Crow,
By WlLHELM AND Jakob GRIMM
ONCE upon a time there lived a king who had a beautiful pleasure garden behind his castle, in which grew a tree which bore golden apples; as the apples ripened they were counted, and every morning one would be missing. The king noticed this, and ordered that every night watch should be kept under the tree.
The king had three sons, and he sent the eldest to watch in the garden for the first night, but when midnight came he could not keep himself awake, and the next morning another apple was missing. On the following night the second son tried to watch, but he succeeded no better; after struggling to keep awake for twelve hours he slept one, and in the morning, as usual, an apple was missed.
Now came the turn of the third son to watch, but at first the king did not trust him; he thought he would be as unsuccessful as his brothers. At length, however, he gave him permission. The youth laid himself down under the tree and watched, but he did not allow sleep to gain the mastery over him, and as the clock struck twelve he heard a sound of rushing wings through the air, and presently a bird flew by with plumage that glittered like gold. The bird