The swineherd got his ten kisses.
Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales.
By William Woodburn.
Illustrated by Gordon Robinson.
W. & R. Chambers, Limited: London & Edinburgh. 1917.
Bye Bye Cat, Hello Princess!
“A LOVELY PRINCESS STOOD BEFORE HIM.”
From the story “The White Cat.”
Mother’s Yellow Fairy Tale Book.
Arranged by Laura Dent Crane.
Henry Altemus Company: Philadelphia. 1905.
Set Free At Midnight!
THE HUT IN THE FOREST.
“I am a King’s son, and was bewitched by a wicked witch, and made to live in this forest, as an old gray-haired man; no one was allowed to be with me but my three attendants in the form of a cock, a hen, and a brindled cow. The spell was not to be broken until a girl came to us whose heart was so good that she showed herself full of love, not only towards mankind, but towards animals – and that thou hast done, and by thee at midnight we were set free, and the old hut in the forest was changed back again into my royal palace.”
Grimm’s Fairy Tales.
Translated from the German By Margaret Hunt.
Illustrated By John B. Gruelle.
Cupples and Leon Company: New York. Ca 1914.
How A Witch Amuses Herself!
“The old dame combed her hair.”
As she combed little Gerda’s hair, the child thought less and less of Kay, for the old lady was a witch. She did not harm people, however, but used her power only to amuse herself.
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From the story “The Snow Queen.”
Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales.
By William Woodburn.
Illustrated by Gordon Robinson.
W. & R. Chambers, Limited: London & Edinburgh. 1917.
Her Fairy Baby By Day – A Frog At Night!
The Viking’s Wife Finds the Frog.
. . . When she awoke, a little before sunrise, what was her grief to find the child gone! Dressing in haste, and lighting a pine torch, she found the place of the child had been taken by a great ugly frog!
Filled with fear, she seized a stick to kill the frog; but it looked at her with such sad, gentle eyes that she could not bring herself to do it.
Moving to a closed shutter, she opened it to let in the light of day. Just at that moment the sun rose. Its beams fell on the frog, and lo! the wide mouth became smaller, the limbs grew rounder, and instead of the frog there lay her dear little baby once more!
‘What is this?’ cried the lady. ‘Have I been dreaming?’
Lifting up the child, she pressed it to her heart; but the little one fought and bit like a wild cat.
Before many days had passed, it was plain to the lady that the child was under a spell. During the day it was as lovely as a little fairy, but had a fearful temper; during the night it was a frog, with sad and gentle eyes.
From the Story: The Marsh King’s Daughter.
Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales.
By William Woodburn.
Illustrated by Gordon Robinson.
W. & R. Chambers, Limited: London & Edinburgh. 1917.
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