The Princess Went Out and Gathered Star-Flowers 130 “Well,” She Laughed, “He Has a Chin Like a Thrush’s Beak” 146 The Maiden Said, “I Will Be True to You, Your Life Long” 155 “Perhaps,” Said She, “Your Name is Rumpelstiltskin?” 174 In the Moonlight He Saw a Bird Whose Feathers Were Shining with Gold 188 A Heavy Shower of Gold-Rain Fell 210 The Eldest Got the Merry Tailor for a Husband 227 The Head Answered, “Alas! Young Queen How Ill You Fare” 244 The First Servant Came With a Dish of Delicate Fare 258 When the Corn Was Ripe, They Shot It Down 273 Then the King’s Daughter Came to a Little House and Peeped in Through the Window 294 “Don’t Be Impatient,” Said Snow-White, “I Will Help You” 306 When the Gray Mask Fell Off, the Golden Hair Broke Forth Like Sunbeams 333 The Full Moon Came: She Combed Her Long Black Hair With the Golden Comb 348 The Prince Took Her by the Hand and Led Her to Church 363 [Illustration] GRIMM’S FAIRY TALES THE FROG-KING; OR, IRON HENRY In old times, when wishing was having, there lived a King whose daughters were all beautiful, but the youngest was so beautiful that the sun itself, which has seen so much, was astonished whenever it shone in her face. Close by the King’s castle lay a great dark forest, and under an old lime-tree in the forest, was a fountain. When the day was very warm, the King’s Child went out into the forest and sat down by the side of the cool fountain, and when she was dull she took a golden ball, and threw it up in the air and caught it. And this ball was her favorite plaything. Now, it so happened one day, the King’s Daughter’s golden ball did not fall into the little hand which she was holding up for it, but on to the ground, and rolled straight into the water. The King’s Daughter followed it with her eyes; but it vanished, and the well was deep, so deep that the bottom could not be seen. On this she began to cry, and cried louder and louder, and could not be comforted. And as she thus lamented, some one said to her, “What ails you, King’s Daughter? You weep so that even a stone would show pity.” She looked round to the side from whence the voice came, and saw a Frog stretching its thick, ugly head from the water. “Ah! old water-splasher, is it you?” said she; “I am weeping for my golden ball, which has fallen into the fountain.” “Be quiet, and do not weep,” answered the Frog, “I can help you. But what will you give me if I bring your plaything up again?”