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Title: The pink fairy book
Year: 1897 (1890s)
Authors: Lang, Andrew, 1844-1912, ed
Subjects: Tales
Publisher: New York, London (etc.) Longmans, Green, and co.
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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t Imd to kiss her. Then shewoke up and was very much frightened, but he said hewas a Turkish god who had come through the air to seeher, and that pleased her very much. They sat close to each other, and he told her a storyabout her eyes. They were beautiful dark lakes in whichher thoughts swam about like mermaids. And her fore-head was a snowy mountain, grand and shining. Thesewere lovely stories. Then he asked the princess to marry him, and she saidyes at once. But you must come here on Saturday, she said, forthen the sultan and the sultana are coming to tea withme. They will be indeed proud that I receive tlie godof the Turks. But mind you have a really good storyready, for my parents like them immensely. My mother 42 THE FLYING TRUNK likes something rather moral and high-flown, and myfather likes something merry to make him laugh. Yes, I shall only bring a fairy story for my dowry,said he, and so they parted. But the princess gave hima sabre set with gold pieces which he could use.
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Then he flew away, bought himself a new dressing-gow^n, and sat down in the wood and began to make upa story, for it had to be ready by Saturday, and that wasno easy matter.- THE FLYING TRUNK 43 When he had it ready it was Saturday. The sultan, the sultana, and the whole court were attea with the princess. He was most graciously received. AVill you tell us a story? said the sultana; onethat is thoughtful and instructive ? But something that we can laugh at, said the sultan. Oh, certainly, he replied, and began: Now, listenattentively. There was once a box of matches which laybetween a tinder-box and an old iron pot, and they toldthe story of their youth. We used to be on the green fir-boughs. Everymorning and evening we had diamond-tea, which was thedew, and the whole day long we had sunshine, and thelittle birds used to tell us stories. We were very rich,because the other trees only dressed in summer, but wehad green dresses in summer and in winter. Then thewoodcutter came, and our f

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