. Tales of enchantment from Spain . d Morning Star, and theirmaster. The moment the princess saw them sheclapped her hands with joy. 128 SUN, MOON, AND MORNING STAR That is the youth who saved me! she and his three dogs! The king frowned. Are you sure? he askedin a sterner voice than he was in the habit of usingwhen he addressed the princess. Indeed, I am perfectly sure, replied the prin-cess. Havent I been telling you all the time thatthis bridegroom here is nothing but an impostor? The strange youth put his hand in his pocket andpulled out the serpents seven tongues. The bride-groom
. Tales of enchantment from Spain . d Morning Star, and theirmaster. The moment the princess saw them sheclapped her hands with joy. 128 SUN, MOON, AND MORNING STAR That is the youth who saved me! she and his three dogs! The king frowned. Are you sure? he askedin a sterner voice than he was in the habit of usingwhen he addressed the princess. Indeed, I am perfectly sure, replied the prin-cess. Havent I been telling you all the time thatthis bridegroom here is nothing but an impostor? The strange youth put his hand in his pocket andpulled out the serpents seven tongues. The bride-groom, when he saw them, was so embarrassed thathe faded out of the room. Of course I killed the serpent. I and my threedogs arrived just in time. What is all the troubleabout? were the strangers words. If there is anydoubt about the matter these seven tongues are ampleproof. Tell the cook to serve the dinner for the weddingfeast as quickly as she can, said the king to hisattendant. And tell her, too, to save plenty forthese three THE FROG AND HIS CLOTHES NCE upon a time in Spainthere was a fisherman whowas very poor. There camea day when he had no luckin catching anything. Therewere no fish to keep his fam-ily from starving, as well asno fish to sell in the market-place. He went intothe field to pull thyme, thinking that he could sellthat, at least, in the market. He had with him aweeding-hook made of basswood, and he workedhard cutting thyme until at last he had a large amountof it. Suddenly, as he cut off a bunch of thyme, afrog sprang out of the ground. Why did you cut down my house? asked thefrog. I beg your pardon, said the fisherman. I didnot know that it was your house. I am cutting thyme 129 130 THE FROG AND HIS CLOTHES to sell in the market-place. I have a house of myown, you see,—a poor little house,—and in it are mywife, my little sons, and my daughter, who is theprettiest maiden in the whole village. I cannot catchfish any more. I have lost all my luck. If I
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