The Fairy

So soon as her mother saw her coming, she cried out:

“Well daughter?”

“Well, mother?” answered the unhappy girl, throwing out of her mouth a viper and a toad.

The Fairy, illustration by Pauquet

“Oh, mercy!” cried the mother, “what is it I see? It is her sister who has caused all this, but she shall pay for it,” and immediately she ran to beat her. The poor child fled away from her, and went to hide herself in the forest near by.

The King’s son, who was returning from the chase, met her, and seeing her so beautiful, asked her what she did there alone and why she cried.

The Fairy, illustration by Pauquet

“Alas! sir, my mother has turned me out of doors.”

The King’s son, who saw five or six pearls and as many diamonds come out of her mouth, desired her to tell him how that happened. She told him the whole story. The King’s son fell in love with her, and, considering that such a gift was worth more than any marriage portion another bride could bring, conducted her to the palace of the King, his father, and there married her.

As for her sister, she made herself so much hated that her own mother turned her out of doors. The miserable girl, after wandering about and finding no one to take her in, went to a corner of the wood, and there died.

From The tales of Mother Goose, by Charles Perrault (Boston: Heath, 1901).

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