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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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pillar to bebroken in pieces, he must be hidden in the folds of acurtain that hung by the door. The following evening the prince entered the palace,and walked boldly up to the princesss apartments. Ashe entered the nightingale flew from under his arm andperched himself on top of the door, where he was entirelyconcealed by the folds of the dark curtain. The youngman talked as usual to the princess without obtaining asingle word in reply, and at length he left her lying underthe heap of shining veils—now rent in many places—andcrossed the room towards the door, from which came avoice that gladly answered him. For a while the two talked together; then the night-ingale asked if the prince was fond of stories, as he hadlately heard one which interested and perplexed himgreatly. In reply, the prince begged that he might hearit at once, and without further delay the nightingale began: Once upon a time, a carpenter, a tailor, and a studentset out together to see the world. After wandering
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THE SILENT PRINCESS 335 about for some months they grew tired of travelling, andresolved to stay and rest in a small town that took theirfancy. So they hired a little house, and looked aboutfor work to do, returning at sunset to smoke their pipesand talk over the events of the day. One night in the middle of summer it was hotterthan usual, and the carpenter found himself unable tosleep. Instead of tossing about on his cushions, makinghimself more uncomfortable than he was already, theman wisely got up and drank some coffee and lit hislong pipe. Suddenly his eye fell on some pieces ofwood in a corner and, being very clever with his fingers,he had soon set up a perfect statue of a girl aboutfourteen years old. This so pleased and quieted himthat he grew quite drowsy, and going back to bed fellfast asleep. But the carpenter was not the only person who layawake that night. Thunder was in the air, and thetailor became so restless that he thought he would godownstairs and cool his feet in t

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