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Illustrated classic fairy tales for children by Andrew Lang

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feeble, and near her end. -One day she called the three little pigs round her and said:
"My children, I feel" that l am growing old and weak and that I shall.not live;long. Before I die I should like to build 'a house for each of you, as this dear old sty m which we have lived so happily will be given to a new family of pigs, and yon will have to turn out. Now, Browny, what sort of a house would yoa like to have?
"A house of mud," replied Browny, looking longingly at a wet puddle in the corner of the yard.
"And you, Whity?" said the mother pig in rather a sad voice, for she was disappointed that Browny had made so foolish a choice.
"A house of cabbage," answered Whity, with a mouth full, and scarcely raising her snout out of the trough in which she was grubbing for some potato-parings.
"Foolish, foolish child!" said the mother pig, looking quite distressed. "And you, Blacky," turning to her youngest son, "what sort of a house shall I order for you?"
"A house of brick, please, mother, as it will be warm in winter, cool in summer, and safe all the year round."
"That is a sensible little pig," replied his mother, look­ing fondly at him. "I will see that the three houses are got ready at once. And now one last piece of advice. You have heard me talk of our old enemy the fox. When he hears that I am dead he is sure to try and get hold of yon, to carry you off to his den. He is very sly, and will no
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