Identifier: laboulayesfairyb00labo (find matches)
Title: Laboulaye's fairy book
Year: 1920 (1920s)
Authors: Laboulaye, Edouard, 1811-1883 McCandlish, Edward G., ill
Subjects: Fairy tales
Publisher: New York : Harper
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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red petticoat,her blue jacket edged with jet, and her diadem, Finettelooked more like an Egyptian princess than a Christian.The old woman frowned and, shaking her fist in the faceof the poor forsaken girl, Begone, witch! she cried;there is no room for you in this honest house. My good mother, said Finette, give me only a cornerof the stable. Oh, said the old woman, laughing and showing theonly tooth she had left, which projected from her mouthlike a bears tusk, so you want a corner of the stable, doyou! \Yell, you shall have it if you will fill my milk-pailwith gold. It is a bargain, said Finette, quietly. She opened aleather purse which she wore at her belt, took from it agolden bullet, and threw it into the milk-pail, saying, Golden bullet, precious treasure,Save me, if it be thy pleasure. And behold! the pieces of gold began to dance about in thepail; they rose higher and higher, flapping about like fish ina net, while the old woman, on her knees, gazed with wonderat the sight. 26
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SHE FOUND HERSELF IN FRONT OF A WRETCHED HUT AT THE DOOR OF WHICH STOOD AN OLD WOMAN,OF WHOM SHE BEGGED SHELTER FOR THE NIGHT YVON AND FINETTE When the pail was full the old woman rose, put her armthrough the handle, and said to Finette, Madam, all isyours, the house, the cow, and everything else. Hurrah!I am going to the town to live like a lady with nothing to do.Oh dear, how I wish I were only sixty! And, shaking hercrutch, without looking backward, she set out on a runtoward Kerver Castle. Finette entered the house. It was a wretched hovel,dark, low, damp, bad-smelling, and full of dust and spiderswebs—a horrible refuge for a woman accustomed to livingin the giants grand castle. Without seeming troubled,Finette went to the hearth, on which a few green boughswere smoking, took another golden bullet from her purse,and threw it into the fire, saying, Golden bullet, precious treasure,Save me, if it be thy pleasure. The gold melted, bubbled up, and spread all over thehouse like runni

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