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Title: The fairy tales of the Brothers Grimm
Year: 1916 (1910s)
Authors: Grimm, Jacob, 1785-1863 Grimm, Wilhelm, 1786-1859 Rackham, Arthur, 1867-1939, ill
Subjects: Fairy tales Folklore -- Germany
Publisher: New York : Doubleday, Page
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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ll, the Beggar had to do it himself. When they had finished their humble fare, they went tobed. But in the morning the Man made her get up very earlyto do the housework. They lived like this for a few days, till they had eaten upall their store of food. Then the Man said : Wife, this wont do any longer; wecant live here without working. You shall make baskets. So he went out and cut some osiers, and brought themhome. She began to weave them, but the hard osiers bruisedher tender hands. I see that wont do, said the Beggar. You had betterspin ; perhaps you can manage that. So she sat down and tried to spin, but the harsh yarn sooncut her delicate fingers and made them bleed. Now you see, said the Man, what a good-for-nothing youare. I have made a bad bargain in you. But I will try tostart a trade in earthenware. You must sit in the market andoffer your goods for sale. Alas ! she thought, if any of the people from my fatherskingdom come and see me sitting in the market-place, offering314
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KING THRUSHBEARD goods for sale, they will scoff at me. But it was no good. Shehad to obey, unless she meant to die of hunger. All went well the first time. The people willingly boughther wares because she was so handsome, and they paid what sheasked them—nay, some even gave her the money and left herthe pots as well. They Kved on the gains as long as they lasted, and then theMan laid in a new stock of wares. She took her seat in a corner of the market, set out hercrockery about her, and began to cry her wares. Suddenly, a drunken Hussar came galloping up, and roderight in among the pots, breaking them into thousands of bits. She began to cry, and was so frightened that she did notknow what to do. Oh ! what will become of me ? she cried. What will my Husband say to me ? She ran home, and toldhim her misfortune. Who would ever think of sitting at the corner of the marketwith crockery ? he said, Stop that crying. I see you are nomanner of use for any decent kind of work. I have been t

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