The Wonder Clock; or, four & twenty marvellous Tales: being one for each hour of the dayPyle, Howard
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The Wonder Clock; or, four & twenty marvellous Tales: being one for each hour of the day
Pyle, Howard
Children's poetry; Fairy tales
Then, “Caw! caw!” they cried, and flapped their wings and flew away.
As for the Step-mother, her heart was ready to burst with anger and with
spite. Home she went and began to think of what she should do to put her
step-daughter out of the way again.
[Illustration: The Young King goeth down into the pit and bringeth up
y^e maiden.]
She took some dough and some feathers, and of them she made an old hen
and six chicks. She put them in the oven and baked them, and when she
drew them out again they were all of pure gold. But the strangest of all
was, that when she set them upon the table the little golden hen
strutted and clucked, and the chicks cried, “Peep! peep!” and followed
at her heels.
Then the woman clad herself in a strange dress, so that no one might
know who she was. She hid a long, keen silver pin in her bosom, and off
she set for the castle with the golden hen and the golden chickens in a
basket wrapped up in a white napkin.
She set her basket on the ground under the palace window, and when the
folks within saw the little clucking hen and her chicks, all made of
pure gold that shone in the sunlight, they could not look enough.
Off ran one and told the queen, who came and looked and looked, and
wondered and wondered, until by and by she longed for the golden hen and
the golden chickens as she had never longed for anything in all of her
life before. So she called one of her maids, and sent her down to ask
the strange woman the price of her golden chickens.
“Prut!” says the wicked witch of a Step-mother, “who are you that you
should come to talk with me? If the young queen would buy my wares she
must come and bargain with me herself.”
So down went the young queen to the wicked Step-mother; “And what is the
price of your hen and chicks, my good woman,” said she, for she did not
know the other, because of the strange dress in which she was clad.
“Oh! it is little or nothing I ask for my hen and chickens,” said the
wicked Step-mother to the beautiful queen. “If you will give me a kiss
down in the garden back of the rose-tree yonder, you may have the
chickens and welcome.”
Oh, yes; the queen was willing enough to pay the price, if that was all
the woman wanted. So off they went back of the rose-tree, she and the
Step-mother. There the witch drew out the silver pin from her bosom, and
as she kissed the queen she thrust the pin deep into her head. Then
quick as a wink the queen was changed into a white dove and flew away
over the tree-tops.
Off went the Step-mother, and was as pleased with what she had done this
time as with what she had done that time; for the two crows sat on the
thorn-tree, and the first crow said to the second crow, “Yonder goes the
beauty.” And the second crow said to the first, “Yes, there is none to
compare with her now that the young queen has been changed to a white
dove.”
[Illustration: The Step-mother bringeth mischief upon the Young Queen by
sundry magic spells.]
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