Every one roared out, and she
flew to the door, crying piteously. But she was soon caught by the
King, and taken into the back parlor. "Don't you know me, my darling?"
said he. "I'm both King Whiskers, your husband the ballad-singer, and
the drunken huntsman. Your father knew me well enough when he gave you
to me, and all was to drive your pride out of you." Well, she didn't
know how she was, with fright, and shame, and joy. Love was uppermost,
anyhow, for she laid her head on her husband's breast and cried like a
child. The maids-of-honor soon had her away and dressed her as fine as
hands and pins could do it; and there were her mother and father, too.
While the company were wondering what would be the end of the handsome
girl and the King, he and his Queen, _who_ they didn't know in her
fine clothes, came in, and such rejoicings and fine doings as there
was, none of us will ever see, anyway.
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JACK AND HIS MASTER
ADAPTED BY JOSEPH JACOBS
A poor woman had three sons. The eldest and second eldest were
cunning, clever fellows, but they called the youngest Jack the Fool,
because they thought he was no better than a simpleton.
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