The PINK FAIRY BOOK - online childrens book

Illustrated classic fairy tales for children by Andrew Lang

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1 " Now I will dance," said the tongs, and she danced. Oh ! how high she could kick!
' The old chair-cover in the corner split when he saw her.
' The urn would have sung but she said she had a cold; she could not sing unless she boiled.
' In the window was an old quill pen. There was nothing remarkable about her except that she had been dipped too deeply into the ink. But she was very proud of that.
' " If the urn will not sing," said she, "outside the door hangs a nightingale in a cage who will sing."
'"Idon't think it's proper," said the kettle, "that such a foreign bird should be heard."
' " Oh, let us have some acting," said everyone. " Do let us! "
' Suddenly the door opened and the maid came in. Everyone was quite quiet. There was not a sound. But each pot knew what he might have done, and how grand he was.
' The maid took the matches and lit the fire with them. How they spluttered and flamed, to be sure! "Now everyone can see," they thought, " that we are the grand­est ! How we sparkle! What a light-----"
' But here they were burnt out.'
' That was a delightful story ! ' said the sultana. ' I quite feel myself in the kitchen with the matches. Yes, now you shall marry our daughter.'
'Yes, indeed,' said the sultan, 'you shall marry our daughter on Monday.' And they treated the young man as one of the family.
The wedding was arranged, and the night before the whole town was illuminated.
Biscuits and gingerbreads were thrown among the people, the street boys stood on tiptoe crying hurrahs and whistling through their fingers. It was all splendid.
'Now I must also give them a treat,' thought the
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