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Cinderella heard the clock strike twelve FREE COLOR IMAGE - The next evening the two sisters went to the ball, and Cinderella also, who was still more splendidly dressed than before. Her enjoyment was even greater than at the first ball, and she was so occupied with the Prince’s tender sayings that she was not so quick in marking the progress of time.

To her alarm she heard the clock strike twelve. She fled from the ball-room; but in a moment the coach changed again to a pumpkin, the horses to mice, the coachman and postilion to rats, the footmen to lizards, and Cinderella’s beautiful dress to her old shabby clothes. In her haste she dropped one of her glass slippers, and reached home, out of breath, with none of her godmother’s fairy gifts but one glass slipper.

When her sisters arrived after the ball, they spoke in terms of rapture of the unknown Princess, and told Cinderella about the little glass slipper she had dropped, and how the Prince picked it up. It was evident to all the Court that the Prince was determined if possible, to find out the owner of the slipper; and a few days afterwards a royal herald proclaimed that the King’s son would marry her whose foot the glass slipper should be found exactly to fit.

This proclamation caused a great sensation. Ladies of all ranks were permitted to make a trial of the slipper; but it was of no use. Cinderella now said, “Let me try—perhaps it may fit me.” It slipped on in a moment. Great was the vexation of the two sisters at this; but what was their astonishment when Cinderella took the fellow slipper out of her pocket!

At that moment the godmother appeared, and touched Cinderella’s clothes with her wand. Her sisters then saw that she was the beautiful lady they had met at the ball, and, throwing themselves at her feet, craved her forgiveness.

Author: Edward Dalziel, 1817-1905; George Dalziel, 1815-1902. Subject: Conduct of life Publisher: London ; New York : George Routledge and Sons. Year: 1865. Possible copyright status: NOT_IN_COPYRIGHT, Language: English, Call number: srlf_ucla:LAGE-1008122. Digitizing sponsor: msn. Book contributor: University of California Libraries. Collection: cdl; yrlsc; iacl; americana.

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TEXT and IMAGE CREDIT: CINDERELLA: OR, THE LITTLE GLASS SLIPPER.

Der Schalcksnarr the jester the fool COLOR IMAGE

Der Schalcksnarr the jester the fool COLOR FREE IMAGE: Heinrich Vogtherr the Younger (1513 - 1568), Der Schalcksnarr, the jester, woodcut (hissai), Augsburg around 1540, the Castle Gotha Museum

About his youth nothing is known. His father, Henry Vogt Lord (the elder) was a painter, draftsman, engraver, etcher, printer, publisher, author, song writer and an ophthalmologist. In 1525 the young Mr. Vogt came with his father to Strasbourg , and was probably trained by this artistically and technically. As an assistant he was at his side for several years and worked with 1537/1538 to its successful "art book". About 1540 he settled as a painter and engraver in Augsburg down,the birthplace of his wife Sybilla Steinmaier.

This connection came from seven sons and five daughters. Together with Hans the Younger Burgkmair he worked at the "Augsburg Book of Genealogy", and the engraved title of this work (the emblem of the city of Augsburg) comes from him. Like other Augsburg artists, he was also in the service of the Fugger and worked on behalf of monumental frescoes that adorn many buildings were in Augsburg.

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Snow White with Dwarfs and Fairies

The Good Finger Fairies: One day Mama was very tired. She had been working hard all the week, so when Daddy went to work this morning she lay down on the sofa to take a little nap.

"I have so much work to do straightening up," she said. "I will rest a little bit and then I will get up and tidy things. I do hope you children will play quietly and will not disturb me."—A I.

Sue,/who was eight years old, Timmy, who was six, and Mary /jjane four, said "All right, Mama, we will play very quietly and we won't disturb you." So they all sat down on the floor, and as soon as Mama was asleep, Sue got out her book of fairy stories and began reading about little Snow White and the Seven Little Dwarfs.

"and so little Snow White lived happily ever

afterward," read Sue, "in the beautiful castle with Prince Charming, and all of the people loved Snow White very much, for she was as good as she was beautiful, and the little Gnomes came and lived at the Castle with Snow White and the Prince and they were all very happy."

"There!" said Sue, as she closed the book. "That was a nice story. I wish I were a Princess like Snow White!"

"I'd rather be Jack the Giant Killer!" said Timmy, "and rescue the Princesses from the Giant's castles! I'd have a fiery horse and a sword."

"Wish there were fairies now!" dreamed Sue aloud.

"So do I!" exclaimed Timmy.

Little Mary Jane had been sitting there quietly while Sue read about Snow White and the Dwarfs, and now she sat twisting her chubby little fingers and wiggling her tiny little thumbs. There was sort of a puzzled look on her cunning little face, and she would look at the fingers of first one hand and then the other, not saying a word. But you could see she was thinking. Sue and Timmy watched her for a while wondering what she was doing.

Finally they said, "Mary Jane, what are you looking at your fingers like that for?"

"I was watching the fairies," Mary Jane said.

"Fairies! Why, there aren't any fairies—on your fingers!"

"Yes, there are!" Mary Jane replied. "I have been seeing them for the longest time. Just look!"

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TEXT and IMAGE CREDIT: My very own fairy stories Illustrated by: Johnny Gruelle (December 24, 1880 - January 9, 1938). Publisher: Published by P.F. Volland Company, 1917. Original from: the New York Public Library. Digitized: Jul 3, 2007. Length: 94 pages. Subjects: Children's stories, Fairy tales, Illustrated children's books.

Snow White in the Woods

"Looking-glass, Looking-glass, on the wall, Who in this land is the fairest of all?"

the looking-glass answered—

"Thou, O Queen, art the fairest of alll"

Then she was satisfied, for she knew that the looking-glass spoke the truth.

But Snow-white was growing up, and grew more and more beautiful; and when she was seven years old she was as beautiful as the day, and more beautiful than the Queen herself. And once when the Queen asked her looking-glass—

"Looking-glass, Looking-glass, on the wall, Who in this land is the fairest of all?"

it answered

"Thou art fairer than all who are here, Lady Queen, But more beautiful still is Snow-white, as I ween."

Then the Queen was shocked, and turned yellow and green with envy. From that hour, whenever she looked at Snow-white, her heart heaved in her breast, she hated the girl so much.

And envy and pride grew higher and higher in her heart like a weed, so that she had no peace day or night. She called a huntsman, and said, "Take the child away into the forest; I will no longer have her in my sight. Kill her, and bring me back her heart as a token." The huntsman obeyed, and took her away; but when he had drawn his knife, and was about to pierce Snow-white's innocent heart, she began to weep, and said, "Ah, dear huntsman, leave me my life! I will run away into the wild forest and never come home again."

And as she was so beautiful the huntsman had pity on her and said, "Run away, then, you poor child." "The wild beasts will soon have devoured you," thought he, and yet it seemed as if a stone had been rolled from his heart since it was no longer needful for him to kill her. And as a young boar just then came running by he stabbed it and cut out its heart and took it to the Queen as a proof that the child was dead. The cook had to salt this, and the wicked Queen ate it, and thought she had eaten the heart of Snowwhite.

But now the poor child was all alone in the great forest, and so terrified that she looked at every leaf of every tree, and did not know what to do. Then she began to run, and ran over sharp stones and through thorns, and the wild beasts ran past her, but did her no harm.

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IMAGE CREDIT: Franz Jüttner (1865–1925): Illustration from Schneewittchen, Scholz' Künstler-Bilderbücher, Mainz 1910

TEXT CREDIT: Folk-lore and Fable Volume 17 of The Harvard classics Volume 17 of Folk-lore and Fable: Æsop, Grimm, Andersen, Wilhelm Grimm. Authors: Aesop, Wilhelm Grimm, Jacob Grimm, Hans Christian Andersen. Publisher: P. F. Collier & Son, 1909. Length 383 pages. Subjects: Fables, Fairy tales, Tales.

The Prince Charming

Long, long ago, in ancient times, there lived a King and Queen, And for the blessing of a child their longing sore had been: At last, a little daughter fair, to their great joy, was given, And to the christening feast they made, they bade the Fairies seven—

The Fairies seven, who loved the land—that they the child might bless, Yet one old Fairy they left out, in pure forgetfulness. And at the feast, the dishes fair were of the reddest gold; But when the Fairy came, not one for her, so bad and old, Angry was she, because her place and dish had been forgot, And angry things she muttered long, and kept her anger hot.

Until the Fairy godmothers their gifts and wishes gave: She waited long to spoil the gifts, and her revenge to have. One gave the Princess goodness, and one gave her beauty rare; One gave her sweetest singing voice; one, gracious mien and air; One, skill in dancing; one, all cleverness; and then the crone Came forth, and muttered, angry still, and good gift gave she none;

But said, that in the future years the Princess young should die, By pricking of a spindle-point—ah, woeful prophecy! But now, a kind young Fairy, who had waited to the last, Stepped forth, and said, “No, she shall sleep till a hundred years are past; And then she shall be wakened by a King's son—truth I tell—And he will take her for his wife, and all will yet be well.”

In vain in all her father's Court the spinning-wheel's forbid In vain in all the country-side the spindles sharp are hid; For in a lonely turret high, and up a winding stair, There lives an ancient woman who still turns her wheel with care. The Princess found her out one day, and tried to learn to spin; Alas! the spindle pricked her hand—the charm had entered in!

And down she falls in death-like sleep: they lay her on her bed, And all around her sink to rest—a palace of the dead! A hundred years pass—still they sleep, and all around the place A wood of thorns has risen up—no path a man can trace. At last, a King's son, in the hunt, asked how long it had stood, And what old towers were those he saw above the ancient wood.

An aged peasant told of an enchanted palace, where A sleeping King and Court lay hid, and sleeping Princess fair. Through the thick wood, that gave him way, and past the thorns that drew Their sharpest points another way, the King's son presses through. He reached the guard, the court, the hall,—and there, where'er he stept, He saw the sentinels, and grooms, and courtiers as they slept.

Ladies in act to smile, and pages in attendance wait; The horses slept within their stalls, the dogs about the gate. The King's son presses on, into an inner chamber fair, And sees, laid on a silken bed, a lovely lady there; So sweet a face, so fair—was never beauty such as this; He stands—he stoops to gaze—he kneels—he wakes her with a kiss.

He leads her forth: the magic sleep of all the Court is o'er, — They wake, they move, they talk, they laugh, just as they did of yore A hundred years ago. The King and Queen awake, and tell How all has happed, rejoicing much that all has ended well. They hold the wedding that same day, with mirth and feasting good — The wedding of the Prince and Sleeping Beauty in the Wood.

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TEXT and IMAGE CREDIT: The Sleeping Beauty Picture Book, by Anonymous, Illustrated by Walter Crane. DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY NEW YORK

Once upon a time Little Red Riding Hood and a wolf

Title: Once upon a time / Whitley. Creator(s): Whitley, Kenneth, artist. Date Created / Published: Ill. : Federal Art Project, WPA, [between 1936 and 1939] Medium: 1 print on board (poster) : silkscreen, color.

Summary: Poster showing Little Red Riding Hood and a wolf. Reproduction Number: LC-USZC2-1177 (color film copy slide)

Rights Advisory: No known restrictions on publication. Publication and other forms of distribution: Posters in this collection were made by artists working for the Works Projects Administration, a "New Deal" program of the U.S. Government. There are no known restrictions on the use of these posters.

This image or file is a work of an employee of the United States Federal Government, taken or made during the course of the person's official duties. As a work of the U.S. federal government, the image or file is in the public domain.

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Credit Line: Library of Congress, Prints & Photographs Division, WPA Poster Collection, [reproduction number, e.g., [LC-USZC2-1234]

Call Number: POS - WPA - ILL .W55, no. 2 (C size) [P&P] [P&P] Repository: Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division Washington, D.C. 20540 USA

Notes: Date stamped on verso: Sep 7 1939. Work Projects Administration Poster Collection (Library of Congress). Subjects: Little Red Riding Hood (Tale)--1930-1940. Fairy tales--1930-1940. Format: Posters--1930-1940. Screen prints--Color--1930-1940. Collections: Posters: WPA Posters

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The Ultimate Beauty and the Beast

There was once a merchant that had three daughters, and he loved them better than himself. Now it happened that he had to go a long journey to buy some goods, and when he was just starting he said to them, "What shall I bring you back, my dears?" And the eldest daughter asked to have a necklace; and the second daughter wished to have a gold chain; but the youngest daughter said, "Bring back yourself, Papa, and that is what I want the most." "Nonsense, child," said her father, "you must say something that I may remember to bring back for you." "So," she said, "then bring me back a rose, father."

Well, the merchant went on his journey and did his business and bought a pearl necklace for his eldest daughter, and a gold chain for his second daughter; but he knew it was no use getting a rose for the youngest while he was so far away because it would fade before he got home. So he made up his mind he would get a rose for her the day he got near his house.

When all his merchanting was done he rode off home and forgot all about the rose till he was near his house then he suddenly remembered what he had promised his youngest daughter, and looked about to see if he could find a rose. Near where he had stopped he saw a great garden, and getting off his horse he wandered about in it till he found a lovely rose-bush; and he plucked the most beautiful rose he could see on it. At that moment he heard a crash like thunder, and looking around he saw a huge monster—two tusks in his mouth and fiery eyes surrounded by bristles, and horns coming out of its head and spreading over its back.

"Mortal," said the Beast, "who told thee thou mightest pluck my roses?"

"Please, sir," said the merchant in fear and terror for his life, "I promised my daughter to bring her home a rose and forgot about it till the last moment, and then I saw your beautiful garden and thought you would not miss a single rose, or else I would have asked your permission."

"Thieving is thieving," said the Beast, "whether it be a rose or a diamond; thy life is forfeit."

The merchant fell on his knees and begged for his life for the sake of his three daughters who had none but him to support them.

"Well, mortal, well," said the Beast, "I grant thy life on one condition: Seven days from now thou must bring this youngest daughter of thine, for whose sake thou hast broken into my garden, and leave her here in thy stead. Otherwise swear that thou wilt return and place thyself at my disposal."

So the merchant swore, and taking his rose mounted his horse and rode home.

As soon as he got into his house his daughters came rushing round him, clapping their hands and showing their joy in every way, and soon he gave the necklace to his eldest daughter, the chain to his second daughter, and then he gave the rose to his youngest, and as he gave it he sighed. "Oh, thank you, Father," they all cried. But the youngest said, "Why did you sigh so deeply when you gave me my rose?"

"Later on I will tell you," said the merchant.

So for several days they lived happily together, though the merchant wandered about gloomy and sad, and nothing his daughters could do would cheer him up till at last he took his youngest daughter aside and said to her, "Bella, do you love your father?"

"Of course I do, Father, of course I do."

"Well, now you have a chance of showing it"; and then he told her of all that had occurred with the Beast when he got the rose for her. Bella was very sad, as you can well think, and then she said, "Oh, Father, it was all on account of me that you fell into the power of this Beast; so I will go with you to him; perhaps he will do me no harm; but even if he does better harm to me than evil to my dear father."

So next day the merchant took Bella behind him on his horse, as was the custom in those days, and rode off to the dwelling of the Beast. And when he got there and they alighted from his horse the doors of the house opened, and what do you think they saw there! Nothing. So they went up the steps and went through the hall, and went into the dining-room and there they saw a table spread with all manner of beautiful glasses and plates and dishes and napery, with plenty to eat upon it. So they waited and they waited, thinking that the owner of the house would appear, till at last the merchant said, "Let's sit down and see what will happen then." And when they sat down invisible hands passed them things to eat and to drink, and they ate and drank to their heart's content. And when they arose from the table it arose too and disappeared through the door as if it were being carried by invisible servants.

Suddenly there appeared before them the Beast who said to the merchant, "Is this thy youngest daughter?" And when he had said that it was, he said, "Is she willing to stop here with me?" And then he looked at Bella who said, in a trembling voice, "Yes, sir."

"Well, no harm shall befall thee." With that he led the merchant down to his horse and told him he might come that day week to visit his daughter. Then the Beast returned to Bella and said to her, "This house with all that therein is thine; if thou desirest aught clap thine hands and say the word and it shall be brought unto thee." And with that he made a sort of bow and went away.

So Bella lived on in the home with the Beast and was waited on by invisible servants and had whatever she liked to eat and to drink; but she soon got tired of the solitude and, next day, when the Beast came to her, though he looked so terrible, she had been so well treated that she had lost a great deal of her terror of him. So they spoke together about the garden and about the house and about her father's business and about all manner of things, so that Bella lost altogether her fear of the Beast. Shortly afterwards her father came to see her and found her quite happy, and he felt much less dread of her fate at the hands of the Beast.

So it went on for many days, Bella seeing and talking to the Beast every day, till she got quite to like him, until one day the Beast did not come at his usual time, just after the midday meal, and Bella quite missed him. So she wandered about the garden trying to find him, calling out his name, but received no reply. At last she came to the rose-bush from which her father had plucked the rose, and there, under it, what do you think she saw! There was the Beast lying huddled up without any life or motion. Then Bella was sorry indeed and remembered all the kindness that the Beast had shown her; and she threw herself down by it and said, "Oh, Beast, Beast, why did you die? I was getting to love you so much."

No sooner had she said this than the hide of the Beast split in two and out came the most handsome young prince who told her that he had been enchanted by a magician and that he could not recover his natural form unless a maiden should, of her own accord, declare that she loved him.

Thereupon the prince sent for the merchant and his daughters, and he was married to Bella, and they all lived happy together ever afterwards.

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TEXT CREDIT: EUROPA'S FAIRY BOOK RESTORED AND RETOLD BY JOSEPH JACOBS G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS. NEW YORK AND LONDON. The Knickerbocker Press. Copyright, 1916 BY JOSEPH JACOBS

The Evil Queen

It was in the middle of winter, when the broad flakes of snow were falling around, that a certain queen sat working at the window, the frame of which was made of fine black ebony; and as she was looking out upon the snow, she pricked her finger, and three drops of blood fell upon it. Then she gazed thoughtfully upon the red drops which sprinkled the white snow, and said, "Would that my little daughter may be as white as that snow, as red as the blood, and as black as the ebony window-frame!" And so the little girl grew up: her skin was as white as snow, her cheeks as rosy as blood, and her hair as black as ebony; and she was called Snow-White.

But this queen died; and the king soon married another wife, who was very beautiful, but so proud that she could not bear to think that any one could surpass her. She had a magical looking-glass, to which she used to go and gaze upon herself in it, and say,

"Tell me, glass, tell me true!

Of all the ladies in the land.

Who is fairest? Tell me who?"

And the glass answered, "Thou, Queen, art fairest in the land."

But Snow-White grew more and more beautiful; and when she [pg 18] was seven years old, she was as bright as the day, and fairer than the queen herself. Then the glass one day answered the queen, when she went to consult it as usual:

"Thou, Queen, may'st fair and beauteous be,

But Snow-White is lovelier far than thee!"

When she heard this she turned pale with rage and envy; and calling to one of her servants said, "Take Snow-White away into the wide wood, that I may never see her more." Then the servant led her away; but his heart melted when she begged him to spare her life, and he said, "I will not hurt thee, thou pretty child." So he left her by herself, and though he thought it most likely that the wild beasts would tear her to pieces, he felt as if a great weight were taken off his heart when he had made up his mind not to kill her, but leave her to her fate.

Then poor Snow-White wandered along through the wood in great fear; and the wild beasts roared about her, but none did her any harm. In the evening she came to a little cottage, and went in there to rest herself, for her weary feet would carry her no further. Everything was spruce and neat in the cottage: on the table was spread a white cloth, and there were seven little plates with seven little loaves and seven little glasses with wine in them; and knives and forks laid in order, and by the wall stood seven little beds.

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FAVOURITE FAIRY TALES ILLUSTRATED BY JENNIE HARBOUR c 1893 - c 1959. The Evil Queen Painted by Jennie Harbour.

EDITED BY CAPT. EDRIC VREDENBURG RAPHAEL TUCK &. SONS. LTP Publishers in Their Majesties the King & Queen LONDON & PARIS DESIGNED & PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN PHILADELPHIA DAVID MCKAY COMPANY WASHINGTON SQUARE 1921

Rumpelstiltskin

There was once a poor Miller who had a beautiful daughter; and one day, having to go to speak with the King, he said, in order to make himself appear of consequence, that he had a daughter who could spin straw into gold.

The King was very fond of gold, and thought to himself, "That is an art which would please me very well;" and so he said to the Miller, "If your daughter is so very clever bring her to the castle in the morning, and I will put her to the proof."

As soon as she arrived the King led her into a chamber which was full of straw; and, giving her a wheel and a reel, he said, "Now set yourself to work, and if you have not spun this straw into gold by an early hour to-morrow, you must die."

With these words he shut the room-door, and left the maiden alone.

There she sat for a long time, thinking how to save her life; for she understood nothing of the art whereby straw might be spun into gold; and her perplexity increased more and more, till at last she began to weep. All at once the door opened and in stepped a little Man, who said, "Good evening, fair maiden; why do you weep so sore?"

"Ah," she replied, "I must spin this straw into gold, and I am sure I do not know how."

The little Man asked, "What will you give me if I spin it for you?"

"My necklace," said the maiden.

The Dwarf took it, placed himself in front of the wheel, and whirr, whirr, whirr, three times round, and the bobbin was full. Then he set up another, and whirr, whirr, whirr, thrice round again, and a second bobbin was full; and so he went all night long, until all the straw was spun, and the bobbins were full of gold.

At sunrise the King came, very much astonished to see the gold; the sight of which gladdened him, but did not make his heart less covetous. He caused the maiden to be led into another room, still larger, full of straw; and then he bade her spin it into gold during the night if she valued her life. The maiden was again quite at a loss what to do; but while she cried the door opened suddenly, as before, and the Dwarf appeared and asked her what she would give him in return for his assistance.

"The ring off my finger," she replied. The little Man took the ring and began to spin at once, and by the morning all the straw was changed to glistening gold. The King was rejoiced above measure at the sight of this, but still he was not satisfied; but, leading the maiden into another still larger room, full of straw as the others, he said, "This you must spin during the night; but if you accomplish it you shall be my bride." "For," thought he to himself, "a richer wife thou canst not have in all the world."

When the maiden was left alone, the Dwarf again appeared, and asked, for the third time, "What will you give me to do this for you?"

"I have nothing left that I can give you," replied the maiden.

"Then promise me your first-born child if you become Queen," said he.

The Miller's daughter thought, "Who can tell if that will ever happen ?" and, ignorant how else to help herself out of her trouble, she promised the Dwarf what he desired; and he immediately set about and finished the spinning. When morning came, and the King found all he had wished for done, he celebrated his wedding, and the fair Miller's daughter became Queen.

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IMAGE CREDIT: The Blue Fairy Book Volume 1 of Andrew Lang Editor: Andrew Lang. Illustrated by: Henry Justice Ford, George Percy Jacomb-Hood. Publisher: Longmans, Green, and Co., 1889. Original from: Harvard University. Digitized: Apr 22, 2008. Length: 390 pages. Subjects Fiction › Fantasy › General. Fairy tales, Fiction / Fairy Tales, Folklore & Mythology, Fiction / Fantasy / General, Social Science / Folklore & Mythology

TEXT and CREDIT: (Grimm's fairy library) with illustr. by E.H. Wehnert Jacob Ludwig C. Grimm. Author: Jacob Ludwig C. Grimm. Published: 1879. Original from: Oxford University. Digitized: Jul 25, 2006

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs

Snow White was very hungry and very thirsty, so she ate a piece of bread from each plate, and drank a drop of wine from each little cup. Then, as she was also very tired, she lay down on one of the beds. It did not suit her, how ever; none of the beds seemed to please her; one was too long, and another was too short, and another was too hard, and another was too soft, and so on. She tried them all, one after another, until she came to the seventh, and that was just right for her, so she lay down on it and fell fast asleep.

When it was dark, the masters of the house came home, These were seven dwarfs, who dug in the mountains all day for treasure. They lit their seven candles when they came in, and then they saw that some one had been in the house.

The first dwarf said, "Who has been sitting in my chair?" The second of them said, "Who has been eating from my plate?" The third dwarf said, "Who has taken some of my bread?" The fourth said, "Who has been drinking out of my little cup?" The fifth said, "Who has used my little fork?" The sixth said, "Who has been cutting with my little knife?" The seventh said, "Who is this lying upon my bed?" Then the others all came crowding up to him, bringing their candles with them.

They held their candles up so that the light fell upon Snow-White, and when they saw her, the whole seven cried out with one voice, "What a pretty little maid!" The good dwarfs were so much pleased with her that they allowed her to remain sleeping where she was, and the seventh dwarf, to whom belonged the bed which she had chosen, spent the night with his companions, sleeping one hour in each of the other little beds until the morning.

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TEXT and IMAGE CREDIT: Three fairy princesses: Snow-white, the sleeping beauty, Cinderella. The old stories illustr. by C. Paterson, Author Three fairy princesses Illustrated by Caroline Paterson (1856-1911). Published: 1885. Original from: Oxford University. Digitized: Sep 11, 2007.

Snow White

When the dwarfs came home in the evening, they found Snow White lying cold and stiff upon the floor of their room. They raised her up, unlaced her dress, and bathed her face; but all was of no use, she never moved or breathed —she was dead. Now Snow White looked as beautiful as if she were still alive. The dwarfs said, "We cannot put her under the ground;" so they made a glass coffin and placed her inside, so that they could always see her, and they wrote upon the coffin in golden letters— "A King's Daughter." Then they carried the coffin to the top of the mountain, and they took turns in watching beside it.

By-and-by an owl came to mourn for her, then a raven, and last of all a dove. Snow White lay there as if asleep, and the colour never left her cheeks or her lips.

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TEXT and IMAGE CREDIT: Three fairy princesses: Snow-white, the sleeping beauty, Cinderella. The old stories illustr. by C. Paterson, Author Three fairy princesses Illustrated by Caroline Paterson (1856-1911). Published: 1885. Original from: Oxford University. Digitized: Sep 11, 2007.