"Take care you leave her in the same place,"
the old woman cautioned. The father left the girl as he was bidden,
and returned to his home.
She was not long alone when King Frost came by.
"Are you warm, maiden?" he asked.
"You must be a fool not to see that my hands and feet are nearly
frozen," she angrily replied.
The King danced in front of her, and cracked his fingers.
"Are you warm, maiden?" he asked her, over and over. She cried with
rage, and called him rude names, until he froze the words on her lips,
and she was dead.
The mother waited for her daughter's return until she became
impatient; then she told her husband to take the sledge and go for
her. "But don't lose the chest," she added.
The dog under the table, barked:
"Your daughter frozen cold,
Will never need a chest of gold."
The old woman was scolding the dog for telling lies, when the door
opened. Rushing out to welcome her daughter and her treasures, she
clasped the frozen body in her arms; and the chill of it killed her.
* * * * *
TALES FOR TINY TOTS
* * * * *
TELL US A TALE
BY EDWARD SHIRLEY
"Tell us a tale, dear mother--
A fairy tale, do, please,
Take baby brother on your lap,
We'll sit beside your knees,
We will not speak, we will not stir,
Until the tale is told;
And we'll be, oh! so comfy,
And just as good as gold.
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