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<h2>MY BOOK OF</h2>
<h1>FAVOURITE FAIRY TALES</h1>
<h3>ILLUSTRATED BY JENNIE HARBOUR.</h3>
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<p><i>Painted by Jennie Harbour</i></p>THE GOOSE GIRL</div>
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<h2>MY BOOK OF</h2>
<h1>FAVOURITE FAIRY TALES</h1>
<h3>RETOLD BY THE EDITOR</h3>
<h3>& OTHERS</h3>
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<h3>ILLUSTRATED BY JENNIE HARBOUR</h3>
<h4>EDITED BY CAPT. EDRIC VREDENBURG</h4>
<h5>RAPHAEL TUCK &. SONS. LTP</h5>
<h5><i>Publishers in Their Majesties the King &
Queen</i></h5>
<h5>LONDON & PARIS</h5>
<h5>DESIGNED & PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN</h5>
<h5>PHILADELPHIA<br/>
DAVID MCKAY COMPANY<br/>
WASHINGTON SQUARE</h5><br/>
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<ANTIMG width-obs="500" src="images/002.png" alt="From 'THE GOOSE GIRL'" /><br/>
From "THE GOOSE GIRL"</div>
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<SPAN name="fig004" id="fig004"><ANTIMG width-obs="600"
src="images/004.png" alt="From 'THE SLEEPING BEAUTY'" /></SPAN><br/>
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From "THE SLEEPING BEAUTY"</div>
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<h2>CONTENTS</h2>
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<ANTIMG width-obs="300" src="images/005.png" alt="From 'THE WHITE FAWN'" /><br/>
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From "THE WHITE FAWN"</div>
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<p>The Old, Old Stories
<SPAN href="#page7">7</SPAN></p>
<p>The Goose Girl <SPAN href="#page9">9</SPAN></p>
<p>Little Snow-White
<SPAN href="#page17">17</SPAN></p>
<p>Cinderella <SPAN href="#page25">25</SPAN></p>
<p>Princess Goldenhair
<SPAN href="#page34">34</SPAN></p>
<p>Little Red Riding Hood
<SPAN href="#page42">42</SPAN></p>
<p>The White Fawn <SPAN href="#page48">48</SPAN></p>
<p>Hansel and Grethel
<SPAN href="#page60">60</SPAN></p>
<p>Snow-White and Rose-Red
<SPAN href="#page69">69</SPAN></p>
<p>The Sleeping Beauty
<SPAN href="#page79">79</SPAN></p>
<p>Prince Chéri <SPAN href="#page85">85</SPAN></p>
<p>The White Cat <SPAN href="#page93">93</SPAN></p>
<p>Bluebeard <SPAN href="#page103">103</SPAN></p>
<p>Beauty and the Beast
<SPAN href="#page109">109</SPAN></p>
<p>Tufty Riquet <SPAN href="#page117">117</SPAN></p>
<p>Thumbling <SPAN href="#page125">125</SPAN></p>
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<ANTIMG width-obs="300" src="images/006.png" alt="From PRINCESS GOLDENHAIR" /><br/>
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From "PRINCESS GOLDENHAIR"</div>
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<h2>LIST OF COLOUR PLATES</h2>
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<p>The Goose
Girl <SPAN href="#fig157s"><i>Frontispiece</i></SPAN></p>
<p>The Magic
Mirror <SPAN href="#fig158s">18</SPAN></p>
<p>Cinderella <SPAN href="#fig159s">28</SPAN></p>
<p>Little Red Riding
Hood <SPAN href="#fig160s">42</SPAN></p>
<p>The White Fawn <SPAN href="#fig161s">54</SPAN></p>
<p>Hansel and
Grethel <SPAN href="#fig162s">64</SPAN></p>
<p>Snow-White and
Rose-Red <SPAN href="#fig163s">76</SPAN></p>
<p>The Sleeping
Beauty <SPAN href="#fig164s">84</SPAN></p>
<p>Zélie and the Fairy
Candide <SPAN href="#fig165s">88</SPAN></p>
<p>Bluebeard <SPAN href="#fig166s">106</SPAN></p>
<p>Beauty and the
Beast <SPAN href="#fig167s">114</SPAN></p>
<p>The Beautiful
Princess <SPAN href="#fig168s">124</SPAN></p>
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<ANTIMG width-obs="600" src="images/007.png" alt="From CINDERELLA" /><br/>
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From "CINDERELLA"</div>
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<h2>THE OLD, OLD STORIES</h2>
<p>Here they are again, the old, old stories, the very best;
dear Cinderella, wicked old Bluebeard, tiny Thumbling,
beautiful Beauty and the ugly Beast, and a host of others. But
the old stories, I may tell you, are always new, and always
must be so, because there are new children to read them every
day, and to these, of course, these old tales might have been
written yesterday.</p>
<p>But the stories in this book are new in another way. Look
how they are clothed, look at their beautiful setting, the
wonderful <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page8" id="page8"></SPAN></span> pictures! Have you ever seen
such charming princes and lovely princesses, such dainty
grace and delicate feeling?</p>
<p>What would our grandfathers and grandmothers have said of
such a book! They would have thought there was magic in the
brush and pencil.</p>
<p>Surely we are favoured in this generation when we see before
us, the old, old fairy tales, which are ever new, dressed in
such a beautiful and splendid fashion!</p>
<p class="author"><i>EDRIC VREDENBURG.</i></p>
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<ANTIMG width-obs="600" src="images/008.png" alt="From HANSEL AND GRETHEL" /><br/>
From "HANSEL AND GRETHEL"</div>
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<ANTIMG width-obs="500" src="images/009.png" alt="The Goose Girl" /></div>
<h2>THE GOOSE GIRL</h2>
<p>An old queen, whose husband had been dead some years, had a
beautiful daughter. When she grew up, she was betrothed to a
prince who lived a great way off; and as the time drew near for
her to be married, she got ready to set off on her journey to
his country. Then the queen, her mother, packed up a great many
costly things—jewels, and gold, and silver; trinkets,
fine dresses, and, in short, everything that became a royal
bride; for she loved her child very dearly: and she gave her a
waiting-maid to ride with her, and give
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page10" id="page10"></SPAN></span> her into the bridegroom's
hands; and each had a horse for the journey. Now the
princess's horse was called Falada, and could speak.</p>
<p>When the time came for them to set out, the old queen went
into her bed-chamber, and took a little knife, and cut off a
lock of her hair, and gave it to her daughter, and said, "Take
care of it, dear child; for it is a charm that may be of use to
you on the road." Then they took a sorrowful leave of each
other, and the princess put the lock of her mother's hair into
her bosom, got upon her horse, and set off on her journey to
her bridegroom's kingdom. One day, as they were riding along by
the side of a brook, the princess began to feel very thirsty,
and said to her maid, "Pray get down and fetch me some water,
in my golden cup, out of yonder brook, for I want to drink."
"Nay," said the maid, "if you are thirsty, get down yourself,
and lie down by the water and drink; I shall not be your
waiting-maid any longer." Then the princess was so thirsty that
she got down, and knelt over the brook and drank, for she was
frightened, and dared not bring out her golden cup; and then
she wept, and said "Alas! what will become of me?" And the lock
of hair answered her, and said—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Alas! alas! if thy mother knew it,</p>
<p>Sadly, sadly her heart would rue it."</p>
</div>
</div>
<p>But the princess was very humble and meek, so she said
nothing to her maid's ill behaviour, but got upon her horse
again.</p>
<p>Then all rode further on their journey, till the day grew so
warm, and the sun so scorching, that the bride began to feel
very thirsty again; and at last, when they came to a river, she
forgot her maid's rude speech, and said, "Pray get down and
fetch me some water to drink in my golden cup." But the maid
answered her, and even spoke more haughtily than before,
"Drink, if you will, but I shall not be your waiting-maid."
Then the princess was so thirsty that she got off her horse and
lay down, and held her head over the running stream, and cried,
and said, "What will become of me?" And the lock of hair
answered her again—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Alas! alas! if thy mother knew it,</p>
<p>Sadly, sadly her heart would rue it."</p>
</div>
</div>
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<p>And as she leaned down to drink, the lock of hair fell from
her bosom and floated away with the water, without her seeing
it, she was so frightened. But her maid saw it, and was very
glad, for she knew the charm, and saw that the poor bride would
be in her power now that she had lost the hair. So when the
bride had drunk, and would have got upon Falada again, the maid
said, "I shall ride upon Falada and you may have my horse
instead;" so she was forced to give up her horse, and soon
afterwards to take off her royal clothes, and put on her maid's
shabby ones.</p>
<p>At last, as they drew near the end of the journey, this
treacherous servant threatened to kill her mistress if she ever
told anyone what had happened. But Falada saw it all, and
marked it well. Then the waiting-maid got upon Falada, and the
real bride was set upon the other horse, and they went on in
this way till at last they came to the royal court. There was
great joy at their coming, the prince hurried to meet them, and
lifted the maid from her horse, thinking she was the one who
was to be his wife; and she was led upstairs to the royal
chamber, but the true princess was told to stay in the court
below.</p>
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style="width:60%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="400" src="images/011.png" alt="Kneeling girl" /></div>
<p>But the old king happened to be looking out of the window,
and saw her in the yard below; and as she looked very pretty,
and too delicate for a waiting-maid, he went into the royal
chamber to ask the bride who it was she had brought with her,
that was thus left standing in the court below. "I brought her
with me for the sake of her company on the road," said she.
"Pray give the girl some work to do, that she may not be idle."
The old king could not for some
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page12" id="page12"></SPAN></span> time think of any work for
her to do, but at last he said, "I have a lad who takes care
of my geese; she may go and help him." Now the name of this
lad, that the real bride was to help in watching the king's
geese, was Curdken.</p>
<p>Soon after, the false bride said to the prince, "Dear
husband pray do me one piece of kindness." "That I will," said
the prince. "Then tell one of your slaughterers to cut off the
head of the horse I rode upon, for it was very unruly, and
plagued me sadly on the road." But the truth was, she was very
much afraid lest Falada should speak, and tell all she had done
to the princess. She carried her point, and the faithful Falada
was killed; but when the true princess heard of it she wept,
and begged the man to nail up Falada's head against a large
dark gate in the city through which she had to pass every
morning and evening, that there she might still see him
sometimes. Then the slaughterer said he would do as she wished;
cut off the head, and nailed it fast under the dark gate.</p>
<p>Early the next morning, as she and Curdken went out through
the gate, she said sorrowfully—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Falada, Falada, there thou art hanging!"</p>
</div>
</div>
<p>and the head answered—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Bride, bride, there thou art ganging!</p>
<p>Alas! alas! if thy mother knew it,</p>
<p>Sadly, sadly her heart would rue it."</p>
</div>
</div>
<p>Then they went out of the city, and drove the geese in. And
when she came to the meadow, she sat down upon a bank here, and
let down her waving locks of hair, which were all of pure gold;
and when Curdken saw it glitter in the sun, he ran up, and
would have pulled some of the locks out; but she
cried—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Blow, breezes, blow!</p>
<p>Let Curdken's hat go!</p>
<p>Blow, breezes, blow!</p>
<p>Let him after it go!</p>
<p>O'er hills, dales, and rocks.</p>
<p>Away be it whirl'd,</p>
<p>Till the golden locks</p>
<p>Are all comb'd and curl'd!"</p>
</div>
</div>
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<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="600" src="images/013.png" alt="Riders on horses" /></div>
<p>Then there came a wind, so strong that it blew off Curdken's
hat, and away it flew over the hills, and he after it; till, by
the time he came back, she had done combing and curling her
hair, and put it up again safe. Then he was very angry and
sulky, and would not speak to her at all; but they watched the
geese until it grew dark in the evening, and then drove them
homewards.</p>
<p>The next morning, as they were going through the dark gate,
the poor girl looked up at Falada's head, and cried—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Falada, Falada, there thou art hanging!"</p>
</div>
</div>
<p>and it answered—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Bride, bride, there thou art ganging!</p>
<p>Alas! alas! if thy mother knew it,</p>
<p>Sadly, sadly her heart would rue it."</p>
</div>
</div>
<p>Then she drove on the geese and sat down again in the
meadow, and began to comb out her hair as before, and Curdken
ran up to her, and wanted to take hold of it; but she cried out
quickly—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Blow, breezes, blow!</p>
<p>Let Curdken's hat go,</p>
<p>Blow, breezes, blow!</p>
<p>Let him after it go!</p>
<p>O'er hills, dales, and rocks,</p>
<p>Away be it whirl'd,</p>
<p>Till the golden locks</p>
<p>Are all comb'd and curl'd!"</p>
</div>
</div>
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<p>Then the wind came and blew his hat, and off it flew a great
way, over the hills and far away, so that he had to run after
it; and when he came back, she had done up her hair again, and
all was safe. So they watched the geese till it grew dark.</p>
<p>In the evening, after they came home, Curdken went to the
old king, and said, "I cannot have that strange girl to help me
to keep the geese any longer."</p>
<p>"Why?" said the king.</p>
<p>"Because she does nothing but tease me all day long."</p>
<p>Then the king made him tell all that had passed.</p>
<p>And Curdken said, "When we go in the morning through the
dark gate with our flock of geese, she weeps, and talks with
the head of a horse that hangs upon the wall, and
says—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"'Falada, Falada, there thou art hanging!'"</p>
</div>
</div>
<p>and the head answers—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"'Bride, bride, there thou art ganging!</p>
<p>Alas! alas! if thy mother knew it,</p>
<p>Sadly, sadly her heart would rue it.'"</p>
</div>
</div>
<p>And Curdken went on telling the king what had happened upon
the meadow where the geese fed; and how his hat was blown away,
and he was forced to run after it, and leave his flock. But the
old king told him to go out again as usual the next day, and
when morning came, the king placed himself behind the gate, and
heard how she spoke to Falada, and how Falada answered; and
then he went into the field and hid himself in a bush by the
meadow's side, and soon saw with his own eyes how they drove
the flock of geese, and how, after a little time, she let down
her hair that glittered in the sun; and then he heard her
say—</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<p>"Blow, breezes, blow!</p>
<p>Let Curdken's hat go!</p>
<p>Blow, breezes, blow!</p>
<p>Let him after it go!</p>
<p>O'er hills, dales, and rocks,</p>
<p>Away be it whirl'd,</p>
<p>Till the golden locks,</p>
<p>Are all comb'd and curl'd!"</p>
</div>
</div>
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<div class="figcenter"
style="width:100%;">
<ANTIMG width-obs="478" src="images/015.png" alt="THEN THERE CAME A WIND SO STRONG THAT IT BLEW OFF CURDKEN'S HAT." />
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<br/>
"THEN THERE CAME A WIND SO STRONG THAT IT BLEW OFF
CURDKEN'S HAT."</div>
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<p>And soon came a gale of wind, and carried away Curdken's
hat, while the girl went on combing and curling her hair.</p>
<p>All this the old king saw: so he went home without being
seen; and when the little goose girl came back in the evening,
he called her aside, and asked her why she did so: but she
burst into tears, and said, "That I must not tell you or any
man, or I shall lose my life."</p>
<p>But the old king begged so hard that she had no peace till
she had told him all, word for word: and it was very lucky for
her that she did so, for the king ordered royal clothes to be
put upon her, and gazed on her with wonder, she was so
beautiful.</p>
<p>Then he called his son, and told him that he had only the
false bride, for that she was merely a waiting-maid, while the
true one stood by.</p>
<p>And the young king rejoiced when he saw her beauty, and
heard how meek and patient she had been; and without saying
anything, ordered a great feast to be got ready for all his
court.</p>
<p>The bridegroom sat at the top, with the false princess on
one side, and the true one on the other; but nobody knew her,
for she was quite dazzling to their eyes, and was not at all
like the little goose-girl, now that she had her brilliant
dress.</p>
<p>When they had eaten and drunk, and were very merry, the old
king told all the story, as one that he had once heard of, and
asked the true waiting-maid what she thought ought to be done
to anyone who would behave thus.</p>
<p>"Nothing better," said this false bride, "than that she
should be thrown into a cask stuck round with sharp nails, and
that two white horses should be put to it, and should drag it
from street to street till she is dead."</p>
<p>"Thou art she!" said the old king; "and since thou hast
judged thyself, it shall be so done to thee."</p>
<p>And the young king was married to his true wife, and they
reigned over the kingdom in peace and happiness all their
lives.</p>
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style="width:100%;">
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