Favorite Fairy Tales

Favorite Fairy Tales, by Logan
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Title: Favorite Fairy Tales
Author: Logan Marshall
Release Date: March 5, 2007 [EBook #20748]
Language: English
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[Illustration: Adventures of Tom Thumb It Shone Down Upon the White
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FAVORITE FAIRY TALES
ARRANGED BY
LOGAN MARSHALL
[Illustration]
ONE HUNDRED ILLUSTRATIONS
THE JOHN C. WINSTON COMPANY CHICAGO PHILADELPHIA
TORONTO

COPYRIGHT, 1917, BY L. T. MYERS PRINTED IN U. S. A.

CONTENTS
PAGE
LITTLE SNOW WHITE 5
THE UGLY DUCKLING 22
ALADDIN AND THE WONDERFUL LAMP 43
THE SLEEPING BEAUTY 64
PUSS-IN-BOOTS 73
ADVENTURES OF TOM THUMB 81
THE THREE BEARS 95
THE LITTLE MATCH GIRL 103
BEAUTY AND THE BEAST 109

THE STORY OF CINDERELLA 122
JACK THE GIANT KILLER 135
JACK AND THE BEANSTALK 155
DICK WHITTINGTON AND HIS CAT 167
THE STORY OF BLUEBEARD 184
LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD 195
SINDBAD THE SAILOR 202
HANSEL AND GRETEL 230
THE GOOSE GIRL 247

LITTLE SNOW-WHITE
[Illustration]
Once upon a time in the middle of winter, when the flakes of snow
were falling like feathers from the clouds, a Queen sat at her palace
window, which had an ebony black frame, stitching her husband's shirts.
While she was thus engaged and looking out at the snow she pricked
her finger, and three drops of blood fell upon the snow. Now the red
looked so well upon the white that she thought to herself, "Oh, that I
had a child as white as this snow, as red as this blood, and as black as
the wood of this frame!" Soon afterwards a little daughter came to her,
who was as white as snow, and with cheeks as red as blood, and with
hair as black as ebony, and from this she was named "Snow-White."
And at the same time her mother died.
About a year afterwards the King married another wife, who was very
beautiful, but so proud and haughty that she could not bear anyone to
be better-looking than herself. She owned a wonderful mirror, and

when she stepped before it and said:
"Mirror, mirror on the wall, Who is the fairest of us all?"
it replied:
"The Queen is the fairest of the day."
Then she was pleased, for she knew that the mirror spoke truly.
Little Snow-White, however, grew up, and became prettier and prettier,
and when she was seven years old she was as fair as the noonday, and
more beautiful than the Queen herself. When the Queen now asked her
mirror:
"Mirror, mirror on the wall, Who is the fairest of us all?"
it replied:
"The Queen was fairest yesterday; Snow-White is the fairest, now, they
say."
This answer so angered the Queen that she became quite yellow with
envy. From that hour, whenever she saw Snow-White, her heart was
hardened against her, and she hated the little girl. Her envy and
jealousy increased so that she had no rest day or night, and she said to a
Huntsman, "Take the child away into the forest. I will never look upon
her again. You must kill her, and bring me her heart and tongue for a
token."
The Huntsman listened and took the maiden away, but when he drew
out his knife to kill her, she began to cry, saying, "Ah, dear Huntsman,
give me my life! I will run into the wild forest, and never come home
again."
This speech softened the Hunter's heart, and her beauty so touched him
that he had pity on her and said, "Well, run away then, poor child." But
he thought to himself, "The wild beasts will soon devour you." Still he
felt as if a stone had been lifted from his heart, because her death was

not by his hand. Just at that moment a young boar came roaring along
to the spot, and as soon as he clapped eyes upon it the Huntsman
caught it, and, killing it, took its tongue and heart and carried them to
the Queen, for a token of his deed.
But now poor little Snow-White was left motherless and alone, and
overcome with grief, she was bewildered at the sight of so many trees,
and knew not which way to turn. She ran till her feet refused to go
farther, and as it was getting dark, and she saw a little house near,