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Title: The olive fairy book
Year: 1907 (1900s)
Authors: Lang, Andrew, 1844-1912 Ford, H. J. (Henry Justice), 1860-1941, ill
Subjects: Fairy tales Folklore
Publisher: London New York : Longmans, Green
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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n was low in the sky beforethey set out either to work or play, so the childrenpassed through the streets unperceived, and crossed theriver by the bridge into the flowery meadows along theroad by which they had ridden with the duchess. By-and-by Abeille began to feel thirsty, but the sun haddrunk up all the water, and not a drop was left for her.They walked on a little further, and by good luck founda cherry-tree covered with ripe fruit, and after a rest anda refreshing meal, they wTere sure that they were strongenough to reach the lake in a few minutes. But soonAbeille began to limp and to say that her foot hurt her,and Youri had to untie the ribbons that fastened hershoe and see what was the matter. A stone had got in,so this was easily set right, and for a while they skippedalong the path singing and chattering, till Abeille stoppedagain. This time her shoe had come off, and turning topick it up she caught sight of the towers of the castle, ^-•^l rrtJ>Tj-yf,--/7*-rwvrXg^^^ ^mj
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o 2o z THE STOEY OF LITTLE KING LOG 49 looking such a long way off that her heart sank, and sheburst into tears. It is getting dark, and the wolves will eat us,Bobbed she. But Youri put his arms round her andcomforted her. Why, we are close to the lake now. There isnothing to be afraid of! We shall be home again tosupper, cried he. And Abeille dried her eyes, andtrotted on beside him. Yes, the lake was there, blue and silvery with purpleand gold irises growing on its banks, and white water-lilies floated on its bosom. Not a trace was there of aman, or of one of the great beasts so much feared byAbeille, but only the marks of tiny forked feet on thesand. The little girl at once pulled off her torn shoesand stockings and let the water flow over her, whileYouri looked about for some nuts or strawberries. Butnone were to be found. I noticed, a little way back, a clump of blackberrybushes, said he. Wait here for me, and I will go andgather some fruit, and after that we will start homeagain

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