The GREEN Fairy Book - online children's book

Illustrated classic fairy tales for children by Andrew Lang

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were their feelings when he drew a bale of linen ont of his pocket which in fineness, softness, and purity of color was unsurpassable! The threads were hardly visible, and it went through the ring without the smallest difficulty, at the same time measuring a hundred yards quite cor­rectly.
The father embraced his fortunate son and commanded the rest of the linen to be thrown into the water; then turning to his children he said: "Now, dear princes, pre­pare yourselves for the second task. You must bring me back a little dog that will go comfortably into a walnut-shell."
The sons were all in despair over this demand, but as they each wished to win the crown they determined to do their best, and after a very few days set out on their travels again.
At the cross-roads they separated once more. The youngest went by himself along his lonely way, but this time he felt much more cheerful. Hardly had he sat down under the bridge and heaved a sigh than Puddocky came out, and sitting down opposite him asked: "What's wrong with you now, dear prince?"
The prince, who this time never doubted the little toad's power to help him, told her his difficulty at once. "Prince, I will help you," said the toad again, and crawled back into her swamp as fast as her short little legs would carry her. She returned, dragging a hazel-nut behind her, which she laid at the prince's feet and said: "Take this nut home with you and tell your father to crack it very carefully, and you'll see then what will happen." The prince thanked her heartily and went on his way in the best of spirits, while the little puddock crept slowly back into the water.
When the prince got home he found his brothers had just arrived with great wagon-loads of little dogs of all sorts. The king had a walnut-shell ready and the trial began; but not one of the dogs the two eldest sons had brought with them would in the least fit into the shell. When they had tried all their little dogs the youngest son handed his father the hazel-nut, with a modest bow, and begged him to crack it carefully. Hardly had the old king done so than a lovely tiny dog sprang out of the nut­shell *uid ran about on the king's hand, wagging its tai|
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