"
The queen clapped her hands for joy. She knew that at last she had found
the name.
She sent the servant away with a bag of gold, and waited for the queer
little man to come to her. At sunset the little fellow came hopping and
skipping up to the queen.
"Now, O queen," he said, "this is your last chance. Tell me my name."
The queen asked, "Is your name Conrad?"
"No."
"Henry?"
"No."
"Then your name is Rumpelstiltskin."
"The fairies have told you!" shouted the little man dancing about.
He became so angry that, in his rage, he stamped his right foot into the
ground.
This made him more angry still, and taking hold of his left foot with
both hands, he pulled so hard that he tore himself quite in two.
WILLIAM AND JACOB GRIMM
[Illustration]
BED IN SUMMER
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
[Illustration]
THE GOLDEN TOUCH--I
touch slightest creature statue
Many years ago there lived a king named Midas.
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