51 Tales translated to English by Lucy Crane & Illustrated by Walter Crane

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THE ALMOND TREE.                               189
" Oh," said the mother, " he is gone into the country to lis great-uncle's to stay for a little while."
"What should he go for?" said the father, "and without bidding me good-bye, too !"
" Oh, he wanted to go so much, and he asked me to let rim stay there six weeks; he will be well taken care of."
" Dear me," said the father, " I am quite sad about it j it vas not right of him to go without bidding me good-bye."
With that he began to eat, saying,
" Marjory, what are you crying for ? Your brother will :ome back some time."
After a while he said,
"Well, wife, the food is very good; give me some more."
And the more he ate the more he wanted, until he had :aten it all up, and he threw the bones under the table. Then Vfarjory went to her chest of drawers, and took one of her best landkerchiefs from the bottom drawer, and picked up all the tones from under the table and tied them up in her handker-hief, and went out at the door crying bitterly. She laid them 1 the green grass under the almond tree, and immediately her eart grew light again, and she wept no more. Then the lmond tree began to wave to and fro, and the boughs drew Dgether and then parted, just like a clapping of hands for joy ; lien a cloud rose from the tree, and in the midst of the cloud here burned a fire, and out of the fire a beautiful bird arose, nd, singing most sweetly, soared high into the air; and when e had flown away, the almond tree remained as it was before, ut the handkerchief full of bones was gone. Marjory felt uite glad and light-hearted, just as if her brother were still alive. 0 she went back merrily into the house and had her dinner.
The bird, when it flew away, perched on the roof of a oldsmith's house, and began to sing,
1 * It was my mother who murdered me ; It was my father who ate of me ; It was my sister Marjory Who all my bones in pieces found ; Them in a handkerchief she bound, And laid them under the almond tree. Kywitt, kywitt, kywitt, I cry, Oh what a beautiful bird am I! "