"LITTLE THUMB WAS AS GOOD AS HIS WORD, AND RETURNED THAT SAME NIGHT WITH THE NEWS" 110 "HE BROUGHT THEM HOME BY THE VERY SAME WAY THEY CAME" _facing_ 112 "JUPITER APPEARED BEFORE HIM WIELDING HIS MIGHTY THUNDERBOLTS" 128 "A LONG BLACK PUDDING CAME WINDING AND WRIGGLING TOWARDS HER" _facing_ 130 "TRUTH TO TELL, THIS NEW ORNAMENT DID NOT SET OFF HER BEAUTY" 133 "ANOTHER GOWN THE COLOUR OF THE MOON" 138 "HE THOUGHT THE PRINCESS WAS HIS QUEEN" 143 "CURIOSITY MADE HIM PUT HIS EYE TO THE KEYHOLE" _facing_ 150 INTRODUCTION "Avec ardeur il aima les beaux arts." _Griselidis_ _Charles Perrault must have been as charming a fellow as a man could meet. He was one of the best-liked personages of his own great age, and he has remained ever since a prime favourite of mankind. We are fortunate in knowing a great deal about his varied life, deriving our knowledge mainly from D'Alembert's history of the French Academy and from his own memoirs, which were written for his grandchildren, but not published till sixty-six years after his death. We should, I think, be more fortunate still if the memoirs had not ceased in mid-career, or if their author had permitted himself to write of his family affairs without reserve or restraint, in the approved manner of modern autobiography. We should like, for example, to know much more than we do about the wife and the two sons to whom he was so devoted._ _Perrault was born in Paris in 1628, the fifth son of Pierre Perrault, a prosperous parliamentary lawyer; and, at the age of nine, was sent to a day-school--the Collège de Beauvais. His father helped him with his lessons at home, as he himself, later on, was accustomed to help his own children. He can never have been a model schoolboy, though he was always first in his class, and he ended his school career prematurely by quarrelling with his master and bidding him a formal farewell._ _The cause of this quarrel throws a bright light on Perraults subsequent career. He refused to accept his teacher's philosophical tenets on the mere ground of their traditional authority. He claimed that novelty was in itself a merit, and on this they parted. He did not go alone. One of his friends, a boy called Beaurain, espoused his cause, and for the next three or four years the two read together, haphazard, in the Luxembourg Gardens. This plan of study had almost certainly a bad effect on Beaurain, for we hear no more of him. It certainly prevented Perrault from being a thorough scholar, though it made him a man of taste, a sincere independent, and an undaunted amateur._