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Page 202 - ONCE on a time there was a King who had a daughter, and she was such a dreadful storyteller that the like of her was not to be found far or near. So the King gave out, that if any one could tell such a string of lies as would get her to say, "That's a story," he should have her to wife, and half the kingdom besides.
Page 165 - So the wayfarer went into the parlor, and talked to him who sat at the table. He was much older than either of the other two, and there he sat, with his teeth chattering, and shivered and shook, and read out of a big book, almost like a little child. " Good evening, father," said the man. " Will you let me have houseroom here to-night?" " I'm not father in the house...
Page 117 - Goosey Poosey," said the pancake, and off it rolled. So when it had rolled a long, long way farther it met a gander. "Good day, pancake," said the gander. "The same to you, Gander Pander,
Page 118 - Seat yourself on my snout," said the pig, " and I'll carry you over." So the pancake did that. " Ouf, ouf," said the pig, and swallowed the pancake at one gulp ; and then, as the poor pancake could go no farther, why — this story can go no farther neither.
Page 166 - I'm not father in the house,' said the man who sat at the table, whose teeth chattered, and who shivered and shook ; ' but speak to my father yonder — he who sits on the bench.' " So the wayfarer went to him who sat on the bench, and he was trying to fill himself a pipe of tobacco ; but he was so withered up and his hands shook so with the palsy that he could scarce hold the pipe. " ' Good evening, father,' said the wayfarer again. ' Can I get house-room here to-night 1' " ' I'm not father in the...
Page 40 - most fasting," said the cat; "it was only a bowl of porridge, and a trough of fat, and the goodman, and the goody, and the cow, and the leaf-picker, and the stoat, and the squirrel, and the fox, and the hare, and the wolf, and the bear-cub, and the she-bear, and the he-bear — and, now I think of it, I'll take you too...
Page 121 - As he said this he held up the comb under the bear's nose, took off the leaf, jumped up on a stone, and began to gibber and laugh, for there was neither honey nor honeycomb, but a wasp's nest, as big as a man's head, full of wasps, and out swarmed the wasps and settled on Bruin's head, and stung him in his eyes and ears, and mouth and snout. And he had such hard work to rid himself of them that he had no time to think of Reynard. And that's why, ever since that day, Bruin is so afraid of wasps.
Page 115 - When the pancake heard that, it got afraid, and in a trice it turned itself all of itself, and tried to jump out of the pan ; but it fell back into it again...
Page ix - the oldest inhabitant " was required, and the agent of Mrs. Wastell, one of the parties, went to visit the old man! " Previous to Jenkins going to York," says Mr. Clarkson, "when the agent of Mrs. Wastell went to him to find out what account he could give of the matter in dispute, he saw an old man sitting at the door, to whom he told his business. The old man said ' he could remember nothing about it, but that he would find his father in the house, who perhaps could satisfy him.
Page 66 - Bruin himself in the corner, how he sits as grave as a judge,' for now she thought she might as well make friends with the bear. But just then up came the man who owned the pitfall. First he drew up the old wife, and after that he slew all the beasts, and neither spared Father Bruin himself in the corner, nor Graylegs, nor Reynard, the whirligig thief. That night, at least, he thought he had made a good haul." " The next story," said Peter, "is also out of the wood.