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Title: Laboulaye's fairy book
Year: 1920 (1920s)
Authors: Laboulaye, Edouard, 1811-1883 McCandlish, Edward G., ill
Subjects: Fairy tales
Publisher: New York : Harper
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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. She drew near, saying, in atimid voice, My good sirs, please to let rne warm myselfby your fire; I am freezing with cold. January nodded his head. Why have you come here,my child? he asked. What are you looking for? I am looking for violets, replied Dobrunka. This is not the season for them; there are no violets inthe time of snow, said January, in his gruff voice. I know it, replied Dobrunka, sadly; but my sisterand mother will beat me to a jelly if I do not bring themsome. My good sirs, please to tell me where I can find them. Old January rose, and, turning to a young man in a greenmantle, put his staff in hi§ hand, and said to him, BrotherMarch, this is your business. March rose in turn, and stirred the fire with the staff,when, behold! the flames rose, the snow melted, the budsput forth on the trees, the grass turned green under thebushes, the flowers peeped through the verdure, and theviolets opened—it was spring. Make haste, my child, and gather your violets, said March. 88
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THE TWELVE MONTHS Dobrunka gathered a large bouquet, thanked theTwelve Months, and joyfully ran home. You can im-agine the astonishment of Katinka and the step-mother. The fragrance of the violets filled the wholehouse. Where did you find these fine things? asked Katinka,in a disdainful voice. Up yonder, on the mountain, answered her sister. Itlooked like a great blue carpet under the bushes. Katinka put the bouquet in her bosom and did not eventhank the poor child. The next morning the wicked sister, as she sat idling bythe stove, took a fancy for some strawberries. Go to the forest and bring me some strawberries, saidshe to Dobrunka. Oh, sister, what an idea! as if there were any straw-berries under the snow! Hold your tongue, stupid fool, and do as I bid you. Ifyou dont go to the forest and bring me back a basket ofstrawberries, I will beat you to a jelly. The mother took Dobrunka by the arm, put her out ofthe door, and drew the bolt on her. The poor girl returned to the forest, lo

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