THE ARABIAN NIGHTS
THE STORY OF TWO SISTERS WHO WERE JEALOUS OF THEIR YOUNGER SISTER
Once upon a time there reigned over Persia a Sultan named Kosrouschah, who from his boyhood had been fond of putting on a disguise and seeking adventures in all parts of the city, accompanied by one of his officers, disguised like himself. And no sooner was his father buried and the ceremonies over that marked his accession to the throne, than the young man hastened to throw off his robes of state, and calling to his vizir to make ready likewise, stole out in the simple dress of a private citizen into the less known streets of the capital.
Passing down a lonely street, the Sultan heard women's voices in loud discussion; and peeping through a crack in the door, he saw three sisters, .stting on a sofa in a large hall, talking in a very lively and earnest manner. Judging from the few words that reached his ear, they were each explaining what sort of men they wished to marry.
' I ask nothing better,' cried the eldest, ; than to have the Sultan's baker for a husband. Think of being able to eat as much as one wanted, of that delicious bread that is baked for his Highness alone! Let us see if your wish is as good as mine.'
'I replied the second sister, i should be quite content with the Sultan's head cook. ' What delicate stews I should feast upon! And, as I am persuaded that the Sultan's bread is used all through the palace, I should