Apple

 

Here's Apple, loved by young and old
And sometimes worth his weight in gold.
We hail him with delighted cries
When he comes to us, baked in pies.

 

       Assemble a mini doll sized book: Right, is the Apple's illustration and verse. Visitors can collect all the vegetable illustrations and verse from "Mother Earth's Children" to print and construct a small book of verse for their dolls. Simply drag each png. into a Word Document, print, cut out all of the images the same size and staple the pages together at the left edge. Squeeze out some white school glue along the stapled edge of the pages and attach a cardboard cover.

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More About Apples:

• DIY Doll Sized Candied Apples
• Chalkpaint "Aa is for Apples" on a wooden slat basket
• The Golden Bird fairytale - "who east the golden apples..."
• October's Bright Blue Weather
• The Apple Blossom flower child

       "From the Orchard came Apple Jack, a most agreeable gentleman doll. Lady Hollyhock was not the only person who was proud to receive him. Everybody liked him, not alone for his engaging smile and pleasant manner but because of his goodness. Then he could always be depended upon to stand by his friends, and the advice he gave was always of the best. But we will let him tell his own story." Margaret Coulson Walker

Apple Jack's Story

Apple Jack is the name I bear

And it suits me well, I ween;

My home was once in an apple tree

Among the leaves so green.

My head and body were separate then

With never a stick between.

Though both are now of the richest red,

When young, like the leaves they were green.

Each part of me swung on a separate bough

The whole long summer through-

My color was changed by the sun's warm rays

I was washed by the rain and the dew.

When the autumn came I had a great fall

Which was the making of me,

For a boy chanced that way and took me up

And made me the man you see.

Though I never can do any work for this friend

Who helped me to be what I am,

I'll stand by him through trouble and joy

And always prove loyal and calm.

If he should choose to take me in

I would cause him never an ache,

For, since he was the making of me,

I'd go down for friendship's sake.

As long as on the earth I stay

I will try to give him joy,

With a beaming smile upon my face

I will always greet this boy.

The world loos so funny through apple-seed eyes,

To laugh is all I can do;

And when I go, "Greet your friends with a smile"

Is the message I leave to you.

Apple Blossom

APPLE BLOSSOM is a fairy,

Swinging in a tree so airy;

By and by the little sprite

Sprinkles the ground with pink and white.

       Assemble a mini doll sized book: Right, is the 's illustration and verse. Visitors can collect all the flower illustrations and verse from "Flower Children" to print and construct a small book of verse for their dolls. Simply drag each png. into a Word Document, print, cut out all of the images the same size and staple the pages together at the left edge. Squeeze out some white school glue along the stapled edge of the pages and attach a cardboard cover.

The scientific name for Apple Blossom from the Apple Tree, the scientific name of this tree is Malus domestica. Read more about this tree here.

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More About Apples:

• Apple verse and clip art

       Decorate a window in your classroom or in your home using these apple blossoms and a pattern of a bumble bee. Tape them neatly to the window or tack them onto a bulletin board if you prefer.

Window designs include a branch of apple blossom and bee.

Fruits and Vegetables

        Fruits, as well as vegetables, have been important in man's diet since the beginning of civilization. What is a fruit? Generally speaking, a fruit is that part of a plant that bears seeds. There are three kinds of fruits: (1) fleshy fruits, which have their seeds in the pulp (apples, oranges, cucumbers); (2) stone fruits, which contain pits or stones (plums, cherries, peaches); and (3) dry fruits (beans, nuts).

       Fruits are found growing all over the world. All fruits, however, are not used in the same way. To  the people of the tropics, the banana, fig, coconut, date, and breadfruit are staple articles of food. These fruits are nourishing because they contain much protein. They are used as substitutes for meat and other protein foods.

Produce market in Spain.

       The apple is the most popular of fruits and has been cultivated from prehistoric times. No other fruit is found growing over as great an area as the apple. The United States is the greatest apple-producing country of the world, with the state of Washington leading all other states in output. The apple tree is hardy. It is able to grow in many different climates and in many kinds of soil. Its fruit has good keeping qualities.

       Second to the apple in popularity is the orange, with its relatives, the lemon, lime, and grapefruit. These citrus fruits are tropical plants; yet the United States leads the world in citrus fruit production. All citrus fruits have thick oily rinds that are bright orange or yellow in color. Citrus fruits are extremely sensitive to frost. Vitamin C, found in all citrus fruits, is valuable in preventing and treating colds.

       What is a vegetable? Frequently we use the word vegetable‚ in place of the word plant‚ for example, vegetable kingdom. Vegetables may be any part of the plant: the leaf stalk (rhubarb, celery), the leaves (spinach, lettuce, cabbage), or the root (carrots, beets, radishes). The root vegetables are especially high in energy value.

       The onion is one of the most widely used of vegetables. Although it neither looks nor smells like the Easter lily, the onion is closely related to it. The people of ancient China and India enjoyed the onion's pungent taste just as we do today and served onions both raw and cooked. Closely related to the onion and used for the same purpose are garlic, leeks, shallots, and chives.

       Some plant parts, such as peas, beans, tomatoes, peppers, okra, squashes, and avocados, are popularly known as vegetables although they are really true fruits. These fruit vegetables are used in salad dishes and main-course dishes. Probably the most popular of these foods is the tomato. Once known as the love apple, the tomato was long considered poisonous and was grown only for ornamental purposes. When people learned that the tomato was not poisonous it became very popular. Today, tomatoes are used in a greater variety of ways than any other vegetable.

       Vegetables are particularly nutritious because of their high vitamin and mineral content. Vitamins and minerals are substances found in many foods. They are necessary for the normal functioning of the body as well as for the development of sound teeth, bones, and other structures. The greater part of many vegetables is made up of water and much smaller amounts of sugar and starch. Because vegetables contain so much water they are sensitive to weather changes and tend to spoil easily.

       Fruits and green vegetables should have a place in every meal. Not only are these foods valuable in furnishing one's body with vitamins and minerals but they also give back much of the water lost through perspiration. 

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Fruits vs Veggies by 2 Minute Classroom.

My Apple Tree

 

My Apple Tree
by Louise Martin

I had a lovely apple
With great big golden seeds,-
I dropped them carelessly about
Among the sun-dried weeds.

'Twas such a luscious apple,
I ate right to the core,
Then just before I threw it down
I found one big seed more.

I saved that seed and planted it
In mother's garden plot;
I watched it grow, and watered it
Wen summer days were hot.

And now it is Next Summer,
And, true as true can be,
That tiny seed has grown until
It is a baby tree.

And Mother says that some day
I'll find that tree has grown
As big as those a farmer has,
With apples of its own.

I'm glad I had that apple,-
It's wonderful to know
That planting even one small seed
Will make a big tree grow!

Apple Poems, Crafts & Stuff...

The Fairy Ball

The fairy King and Queen danced in
the center of the ring.

       It  was  night,  and  the  Popovers  sat  out  under the  apple  tree  and  watched  the  stars  in  the  dark blue  sky  sparkle  and  wink  like  so  many  fairy candles.

       Ellen  had  left  them  there  in  the  grass.  She had  played  with  them  out-of-doors  after  supper and  had  forgotten  them  and  had  gone  to  bed. This  the  Popovers  knew,  for  they  had  seen  the light  flare  up  in  her  bedroom,  had  watched  the shadow  on  the  blind, and  had  then  seen  the windows  grow  dark  again,  and  they  knew  it meant  that  Ellen  was  safely  tucked  in  bed.

       '  But  the  night  is  warm  and  the  grass  is  soft and  the  children  are  well  wrapped  up,'  said cheerful  Mrs.  Popover,  "so  I  shall  not  mind  in the  least  staying  out  all  night.'

       'Neither  shall  I,'  said  Mr.  Popover  bravely, 'unless  of  course  I  should  catch  rheumatism in  one  of  my  legs.'

       'I  like  it  out  here,'  piped  up  Velvetina.  'I like  the  little  singing  noise  I  hear  in  the  grass'

       'They  are  crickets,  my  dear,  who  are  making that  noise,'  said:  Mr.  Popover,  'little  brown crickets  who  live  in  the  grass.  I  used  to  know a  great  many  crickets  when  I  was  a  boy  and held  clothes  on  the  line.'

       'I  think  the  music  of  the  crickets  makes  Loo-Loo  sleep  well,'  said  Mrs.  Popover,  looking down  at  the  Baby  she  held  in  her  arms.  'He hasn't  stirred  in  ever  so  long.  I  do  hope  they won't  stop.',

       'They  will  not  stop,'  answered  Mr.  Popover wisely.  'They  will  play  until  late  in  the  night. And  here  comes  the  moon.  It  will  soon  be  as bright  as  day.'

       Higher  and  higher  in  the  sky  climbed  a  big bright  moon.  It  was  round  as  round  could  be. The  Popovers  had  never  before  seen  a  moon  so large  and  so  round.  But  perhaps  that  is  because they  had  never  before  spent  the  night  out-of-doors.  The  moon  shone  down  on  the  apple  tree and  turned  its  leaves  to  silver.  It  touched  the grass  all  round  about  with  a  soft  white  light.

       The  Popovers  enjoyed  the  moonlight.  They enjoyed  the  music  of  the  crickets  too.  They could  not  feel  lonely  nor  afraid  out  under  the apple  tree  so  long  as  these  gay  little  musicians were  near  by.

       A  large  gray  moth  came  fluttering  past.  He brushed  against  Mrs.  Popover's  hair  and  Velvetina's  cheek  with  his  soft  pale  wings.  He flew  round  and  round  in  the  moonlight,  dipping down  and  stopping  every  now  and  then  as  if  to whisper  to  some  one  hidden  in  the  grass.  Then away  he  flew,  and  no  sooner  was  he  gone  than the  noise  of  the  crickets  grew  louder  than  before.

       Cheep!  Cheep!  Cheep!  Cheep!  Cheep!

       It  sounded  as  if  they  were  playing  a  merry little  tune.  Velvetina  could  scarcely  sit  still in  the  grass,  she  did  so  want  to  stand  up  and dance  in  the  silver  light  of  the  moon.

       She  was  just  about  to  ask  her  mother  if  she might  not  whirl  about  by  herself  for  a  little when  out  of  the  shadow  behind  the  apple  tree flew  a  butterfly,  a  great  green  butterfly  with brown  and  orange  spots  upon  its  wings.  Behind this  butterfly  came  another  and  another and  another  until  the  air  was  filled  with  butterflies, yellow  and  blue  and  green  and  black, spotted  and  striped  in  every  shade  and  hue.

       Upon  the  back  of  each  butterfly  rode  a  fairy, the  prettiest,  daintiest  little  creatures  that  the Popovers  had  ever seen.  They  were  not  so  tall as  a  blade  of  grass,  and  the  Popovers,  who  had never  before  seen  any  one  smaller  than  themselves, suddenly  felt  awkward  and  clumsy  and much  too  large.

       'Velvetina  must  have  dancing  lessons  and learn  to  be  graceful,'  thought  Mrs.  Popover, 'even  if  I  have  to  teach  her  myself.'

       The  fairies  drove  their  butterflies  swiftly along,  so  swiftly  that  their  fairy  hair  blew  out behind  them  in  the  wind.  Then  down,  down, down  they  guided  the  butterflies  to  the  soft grass  before  the  apple  tree  where  the  moon shone  the  brightest  and  the  crickets  played  the loudest  and  the  merriest  too.

       Off  the  backs  of  the  butterflies  stepped  the fairies  and  as  they  moved  about,  light  as  thistledown, the  Popovers  could  see  them  as  plainly  as could  be.

       There  were  little  boy  and  little  girl  fairies  and father  and  mother  fairies  too.

       '  Perhaps  some  of  them  are  grandfather  and grandmother  fairies  for  all  we  know,'  whispered Mrs.  Popover  in  Mr.  Popover's  ear.

       They  were  dressed  as  if  for  a  party  in  palest rose  and  blue  and  violet  and  green.  Some  wore sunshine-yellow  and  others  silver-white,  and each  one,  even  the  tiniest  fairy,  wore  a beautiful pair  of  filmy  wings  that  seemed  to  be  made  of  a bit  of  the  rainbow.  At  least  that  is  what  Velvetina  thought  of  them  and  wished  with  all  her heart  that  she,  too,  had  a  pair  of  wings  like theirs.

       The  Popovers  sat  quite  still  and  watched  the fairies.   They  saw  them  take  hands  and  form  a  large  ring.  But  instead  of  dancing  about,  the  fairies  stood  as  if  waiting  for  someone,  and  each  fairy  face  wore  a  smile,  the  happiest smile  that  any  one  might  see.

       'Mother,  why  are  they  waiting?'  whispered Velvetina,  pulling  at  her  mother's  dress.

       Mrs.  Popover  shook  her  head.  But  in  less than  a  moment  Velvetina's  question  was  answered.

       Through  the  air  there  came  flying  four  fireflies. Their bright  orange-yellow  torches  lighted the  way  for  eight  splendid  white  butterflies  who carried  on  their  backs  not  only  six  of  the  prettiest  fairies  the  Popovers  had  yet  seen - ladies  and  gentlemen-in-waiting  they  later proved  to  be  -  but  also  no  less  than  the  King and  the  Queen  of  the  Fairies.

       The  Popovers  knew  who  they  were  in  a moment.  For  of  course  the  King  and  the  Queen, beside  being  the  prettiest  fairies  of  all,  wore  each a  shining  golden  crown  upon  his  and  her  tiny fairy  head.  The  Queen's  dress  was  of  finest  cobweb  lace,  while  about  the  shoulders  of  the  King was  flung  a  golden  cape  that  sparkled  like  sunlight on  the  water  when  the  waves  are  dancing

in  the  wind.

       When  the  fairies  in  the  ring  saw  that  the  King and  Queen  had  come,  they  not  only  smiled  more sweetly  than  before,  but  they  clapped  their hands  and  laughed  aloud.  And  when  the  King and  the  Queen  stepped  into  the  ring  the  fairies bowed  to  them  as  gracefully  as  cornstalks  bow when  a  summer  breeze  passes  over  a  field  of corn.

       Then  the  fairies  danced  about  their  King  and Queen,  to  and  fro,  round  about,  in  and  out, while  the  moon  shone  brightly  and  the  apple tree  rustled  softly  and  the  crickets  played  their wing  fiddles  as  gay  as  gay  could  be.

       Next,  the  King  and  the  Queen  danced,  at first  alone  in  the  center  of  the  ring,  and  now  the Popovers  were  sure  that  this  was  the  prettiest dancing  that  could  be  done.  But  soon  the  King and  the  Queen  joined  the  ring,  and  when  the Popovers  saw  them  all  dancing  together,  the happiest,  most  graceful  little  people  in the  world,  they  changed  their  minds  and  murmured to  one  another  that  nothing  could  be more  beautiful  than  this.

       'And  Ellen  would  say  so,  too,  I  know'  said Mrs.  Popover.

       To  which  Mr.  Popover  nodded  and  added under  his  breath,  'I  wish  Ellen  were  here  to  see this,  I  do.'

       The  fairies  were  dancing  merrily  and  the Popovers  were  watching  every  step,  when  out from  behind  the  apple  tree  flew  a  sober  brown butterfly.  Seated  on  his  back  was  a  fairy,  a grown-up  fairy,  plump  and  comfortable-looking, who  wore  a  wide  white  apron  and  a  neat  white cap.

       She  was  skillfully  driving  her  butterfly  with one  hand,  for  in  the  other  arm  she  held  a  bundle, a  tiny  white  bundle,  not  much  larger  than  a  pea. And  from  the  bundle  there  came  shrieks  and screams  that  sounded  so  like  Loo-Loo  when having  a  crying  spell  that  Mrs.  Popover  looked down  at  her  side,  where  she  had  placed  Loo-Loo,  to  see  if  he  were  still  safely  asleep.

       At  the  sound  of  these  shrieks  and  screams the  dancing  ceased.  And  no  sooner  had  the plump  fairy  alighted  than  the  Queen  rushed forward  and  took  the  screaming  bundle  from her  arms.

       At  that  moment  the  screaming  stopped. Yes,  as  soon  as  the  Queen  took  the  bundle  the screaming  stopped.

       Then  the  plump  fairy  spoke.

       'Yes,  your  Majesty,'  said  the  plump  fairy, making  a  bow  to  the  Queen,  'it  is  Prince  Midge. He  has  been  screaming  for  you  ever  since  you left  the  palace.  No  matter  what  I  did,  still  he screamed.  I  gave  him  his  bottle,  and  I  danced him  up  and  down,  and  I  even  let  him  have  the cat  in  bed  with  him,  too.  But  he  wouldn't  stop screaming  for  you,  and  so  I  brought  him  here. Yes,  your  Majesty,  that  is  what  I  did.  I  brought him  here  to  you.'

       Prince  Midge's  nurse  folded  her  hands  at  her waist  and  looked  at  the  Queen,  and  the  Queen looked  at  naughty  Prince  Midge  in  her  arms, and  the  King  looked  at  the  ring  of  waiting  fairies and  then  at  the  Queen.

         'But  now  you  won't  be  able  to  dance  with  us, my  dear,'  said  the  King,  'and  it  won't  seem  like a  Fairy  Ball  to  any  of  us  if  the  Queen  doesn't dance.'

       The  Queen  shook  her  head  with  a  little  sigh.

       'I  know  it,'  said  she,  rocking  Prince  Midge  to and  fro,  'and  I  do  so  like  to  dance.  But  if Baby  won't  stay  with  Nurse,  what  can  I  do?'

       Now  the  Popovers  had  been  watching  all  this with  eager  eyes.  Prince  Midge's  crying  had wakened  Loo-Loo  and  Mrs.  Popover  was  hold- ing him  again  in  her  arms.

       When  she  heard  what  the  Queen  said,  Mrs. Popover  stepped  forward.

       '  Perhaps  Prince  Midge  will  let  me  hold  him,' said  she,  pleasantly,  to  the  Queen.  'You  see,  I have  a  baby  of  my  own.'

       The  fairies  were  much  surprised  to  see  the Popovers.  They  had  been  so  busy  with  their dancing  that  they  had  not  noticed  the  little family  sitting  under  the  tree.  But  they  all bowed  and  smiled  politely  and  then  stood  back to  see  how  Prince  Midge  would  behave.

       As  we  said,  Loo-Loo  was  now  awake  and  sitting up  in  his  mother's  arms.  He  stared  solemnly for  a  moment  at  little  Prince  Midge  and then  smiled  broadly  as  only  Loo-Loo  could smile.  Little  Prince  Midge  stared  solemnly back  and  then  in  his  turn  smiled  a  little  fairy smile  into  Loo-Loo's  face.  Mrs.  Popover  smiled too  and  held  out  her  arms.  And,  would  you believe  it,  Prince  Midge  went  straight  to  Mrs. Popover  and  cuddled  down  without  a  sound. And  there  they were,  one  on  each  shoulder, Loo-Loo  and  little  Prince  Midge,  both  as  good as  gold  and  smiling  at  one  another  as  if  they were  old  friends.

       '  Wouldn't  your  little  girl  like  to  dance  with us?'  asked  the  Queen  politely  of  Mrs.  Popover.

       So  Velvetina,  blushing  and  smiling,  stepped forward,  and  with  the  Queen  on  one  hand  and the  King  on  the  other,  was  taken  into  the  fairy-ring.

       Now  the  dance  began  again,  and  Mr.  and Mrs.  Popover,  watching  from  under  the  apple tree,  thought  it  the  prettiest  sight  their  eyes had  ever  seen.

       'I  think  that  Velvetina  is  a  graceful  child' said  Mrs.  Popover,  smiling  to  see  Velvetina whirl  about  and  trip  to  and  fro.  'I  have  made up  my  mind  that  she  shall  have  dancing  lessons when  we  move  into  the  attic  again.'

       'Yes,  she  dances  nicely,'  agreed  Mr.  Popover. 'I  was  a  good  dancer  myself  when  I  was  a  boy.'

       When  at  last  the  dance  was  over,  it  was  not because  the  fairies  had  grown  tired,  oh,  no! It  was  because  the  moon  had  moved  out  of sight  behind  the  hill,  because  the  stars  were  now pale  in  the  sky,  and  because  there  was  a  dim light  in  the  east  that  told  all  the  fairies  that  day would  soon  be  here.

       "Thank  you  for  holding  Midge  for  me,'  said the  Queen,  shaking  Mrs.  Popover's  little  china hand.  'He  is  a  very  naughty  boy,  and  I  am going  to  ride  home  with  Nurse  and  carry  him myself  for  fear  he  cries  again.'

       "Thank  you  for  letting  the  Queen  dance,' said  the  King,  making  a  pretty  bow  to  Mrs. Popover.

       Then  he  kindly  patted  Velvetina  upon  the cheek.

       'Your  little  girl  dances  nicely!'  said  he.

       And  at  this,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Popover  and  Velvetina were  so  pleased  that  nothing  in  the  world could  have  made  them  feel  more  happy.  No, not  even  if  they  had  been  invited  to  the  Fairy Palace  for  a  week.

       They  watched  the  fairies  mount  their  butterflies and  flutter  away,  one  by  one.  They  waved until  the  last  fairy  was  out  of  sight.

       Then  the  crickets  and  the  Popovers  fell asleep,  not  to  wake  until  next  morning  when  the sun  was  high  in  the  sky.

       'Oh,  I  am  so  sorry  I  left out  out  all  night,' said  Ellen,  when  she  found  them  there  in  the morning  under  the  apple  tree.  'I  am  sorry  as I  can  be.   I  do  hope  you  didn't  take  cold.'

       The  Popovers  only  smiled,  but  later,  when Ellen  was  not  about,  Mr.  Popover  had  something to  say.

       'Sorry?'  said  Mr.  Popover.  'We  are  not sorry.  We  are  glad.  But  I  wonder  what  Ellen would  say  if  we  told  her  about  the  fairies.'

       And  I  wonder,  too,  what  she  would  say. Don't  you?

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Cherry Jam

        Aunt  Amelia  was  going  to  the  city,  shopping, and  Ellen,  with  Caroline,  was  to  stay  at  home.
       Ellen  didn't  mind,  for  she  had  a  busy  day  before her.  She  was  making  a  summer  house  for the  Popovers  out  under  the  apple  tree.  She  had gathered  little  stones  and  pebbles  wherever  she might  find  them.  She  had  a  whole  pailful,  a red  seashore  pail  filled  to  the  brim.  She  meant  to fence  off  a  bedroom,  a  living room,  and  a  kitchen for  the  Popover  family  that  very  morning.
       'The  Popovers  need  country  air,'  said  Ellen, 'and  this  is  the  best  air,  under  the  apple  tree.'
       Aunt  Amelia  and  Ellen  stood  on  the  porch steps  saying  good-bye.
       'Do  just  what  Caroline  tells  you,'  said  Aunt Amelia,  'and  perhaps  there  will  be  something in  my  bag  for  a  good  girl  when  I  come  home  tonight.'
       Ellen  put  both  arms  about  Aunt  Amelia's neck  and  hugged  her  close.
       'Do  you  think,'  whispered  Ellen,  "that  I could  have  jam  for  my  luncheon,  so  that  I  won't miss  you  so  much?  The  jam  we  had  yesterday is  all  gone.   Caroline  told  me  so.'
       Aunt  Amelia  nodded  with  a  smile.
       'You  certainly  may  have  jam  for  your  luncheon,' said  she,  'and  you  may  get  it  from  the preserve  closet  yourself,  if  you  like.  Do  you know  what  kind  you  want?'
       'Cherry'  answered  Ellen  promptly.  'It  is my  favorite.  And  I  will  know  it  on  the  shelf because  I  can  see  the  cherries  through  the  jar.'
       Ellen  waved  until  Aunt  Amelia  turned  the corner.  Then,  packing  the  Popovers  into  a  little brown  basket,  she  carried  them  out  under  the apple  tree.
       She  seated  them  comfortably  against  the  root of  the  tree  and  for  a  long  time  the  Popovers watched  Ellen  hard  at  work,  building  their summer  house.
       She  sorted  the  pebbles,  the  large  from  the small.  She  laid  them  in  long  lines,  as  straight  as a  string.  She  turned  the  corners  nicely,  with the  greatest  of  care.  And  when  Ellen  had  built a  bedroom,  a  living room,  and  a  kitchen,  she felt  warm  and  tired  and  quite  ready  to  stop.
       'I  think  I  will  go  down  now  to  the  preserve closet  after  my  jam,'  said  Ellen  to  the Popovers. 'And  you  must  come  with  me,  for  I  am  afraid  to leave  you  here.  Blinky  might  get you.'
       So  into  the  little  brown  basket  went  the  Popovers  and  down  into  the  cellar  trudged  Ellen, for  there  stood  the  preserve  closet,  as  Ellen  well knew.
       'Do  you  hear  Caroline?'  asked  Ellen  of  the Popovers  as  she  climbed  slowly  down  the  cellar stairs.
       Yes,  the  Popovers  heard  a  swish,  swish, swish  from  above,  though  they  made  Ellen no  answer,  but  stared  at  her  with  unwinking eyes.
       'That  is  Caroline  sweeping,'  said  Ellen.  'She is  upstairs  in  Aunt  Amelia's  room.  I  can  tell. She  is  busy,  so  she  mustn't  be  bothered  about the  jam.  Now  you  sit  down  on  the  floor  outside the  closet,  and  when  I  come  out  you  must  guess what  kind  of  jam  I  have.'
       The  Popovers  were  ranged  in  a  row  along  the closet  wall,  and  with  a  farewell  smile  Ellen pulled  open  the  door  and  stepped  inside.
       The  preserve  closet  was  built  across  one  end of  the  cellar.  It  was  lined  with  shelves,  and  on those  shelves  stood  jars  of  all  sizes,  filled  with all  kinds  of  good  things.
       There  were  jars  of  jelly,  currant  and  crab apple  and  grape.  There  were  pickled  peaches and  pickled  pears  and  pickled  water  melon  rind. There  was  orange  marmalade  and  peach  marmalade, and  great  jars  of  preserved  blackberries and  raspberries,  too.  There  was  quince  preserve and  plum  preserve.  There  was  jar  after  jar filled  with  pickles,  too.
       But  best  of  all  Ellen  liked  the  shelf  where stood  the  jams,  strawberry,  raspberry,  blackberry,  peach,  and  Ellen's  favorite,  great  tall jars  of  rich  red  cherry  jam.
       Straight  to  this  corner  went  Ellen,  and  after studying  the  jars  for  a  moment  picked  out  the tallest  jar  of  cherry  jam  that  she  could  find.
       Then  she  sat  down  on  the  chair  Caroline  kept in  the  closet  to  stand  on  and  held  her  jar  up  to the  light.  Although  Aunt  Amelia  called  this cherry  jam,  the  cherries  were  left  in  it  round and  whole  and  Ellen  could  see  them  plainly  as the  light  from  the  window  shone  through  the jar.  The  color  was  a  deep  ruby  red,  the  cherries looked  plump  and  sweet,  and  Ellen  was  so pleased  that  she  hugged  the  jar,  in  its  neat paper  cap,  close  in  her  arms  as  she  sat  far  back in  the  comfortable  old  chair.  She  thought  the preserve  closet  a  pleasant  place  in  which  to  rest a  moment,  and  so  it  was.
       In  the  first  place  the  room  was  as  neat  as  a pin,  not  a  speck  of  dust  anywhere.  Caroline would  not  have  it  otherwise.  Then,  too,  it  was cool  and  shady.   Yet  it  was  not  lonely  in  the least,  for  in  at  the  open  window,  closely  screened, nodded  the  ivy  that  covered  the  side  of  the house,  pink  flowers  from  the  Rose  of  Sharon bush  fluttered  sociably  down  on  the  grass,  and a  plump  brown robin  strutted  past  the  window, looking  so  important  that  Ellen  laughed  to  see him  go  by.
       Outside  the  closet  door  in  the  quiet  of  the cellar  the  Popovers  felt  sleepy.  Inside  the  closet in  her  comfortable  chair,  Ellen  felt  drowsy,  too.
       She  twisted  round  in  the  chair,  she  put  up  her arm  for  a  pillow,  and  with  the  cherry  jam  lying snugly  in  her  lap  Ellen  fell  asleep.
       Upstairs  Caroline  finished  her  sweeping.  She dusted  and  tidied  the  rooms.  She  swept  her  way down  the  stairs,  she  swept  her  way  through  the hall,  and  when  she  stepped  into  the  kitchen Caroline  looked  at  the  clock  and  saw  that  it  was past  the  hour  for  luncheon.
       'Ellen  will  be  faint  with  hunger,  playing  so nicely  out  under  the  trees,  too,'  thought  Caroline.
       She  made  haste  to  prepare  luncheon,  and presently  she  stepped  out  under  the  apple  tree to  call  Ellen  in.
       Of  course  there  was  no  Ellen  there,  not  even a  Popover  to  smile  up  into  Caroline's  face. Blinky  was  there,  stretched  out  asleep  in  the Popover's  dining room,  but  he  didn't  know where  Ellen  was,  even  if  he  could  have  told.
       Then  Caroline  called  to  Ellen,  over  and  over again,  and  Ellen,  asleep  in  the  preserve  closet, heard  not  a  single  sound.
       Caroline  hurried  into  the  house.  She  looked all  round  downstairs  and  upstairs  and  even  in the  attic.  And  she  saw  no  sign  of  Ellen  no matter  where  she  looked.
       Then  Caroline  became  frightened.  She  stood out  on  the  sidewalk,  gazing  up  and  down  the street.  Oh,  how  she  longed  to  see  the  figure  of  a little  girl  with  yellow  curls  and  a  blue  dress  come running  toward  her!  Oh,  how  she  wished  Aunt Amelia  had  not  gone  away !  Oh,  how  she  wished that  Uncle  Henry  were  at  home  to  help!  What should  she  do  next?  Where  should  she  look  for Ellen?
       While  Caroline  stood  there,  her  pleasant  face puckered  into  a  hundred  anxious  wrinkles, across  the  way  there  came  strolling  a  tall  policeman, swinging  his  stout  stick.
       Caroline  knew  him  well.  His  wife  was  the aunt  of  Caroline's  cousin.  So  Caroline  eagerly beckoned  Mr.  James  to  come  over  and  in  less than  two  minutes'  time  she  had  told  him  how Ellen  had  disappeared.
       'I  don't  think  she  has  gone  down  the  street,' said  Caroline,  shaking  her  head.  '  She  is  a  good child.  She  wouldn't  run  away.'
       'Let  us  go  through  the  house  again,'  said  Mr. James.   'I  think  we  shall  find  her  there.'
       So  Caroline  and  Mr.  James  went  through  the house,  and  Mr.  James  peered  in  places  where Caroline  had  not  thought  to  look,  behind  boxes and  in  closets  and  even  under  beds.
       At  last  the  cellar  was  reached  and  still  no Ellen  had  been found until the Popover family was seen leaning up against a wall near the cellar closet door. Soon Mr. James, Caroline and a very sleepy Ellen were reunited inside the cellar where jars of jams, pickles and jellies were stacked  for the winter.
      Caroline  hugged  Ellen  because  she  was  not  lost.  Then the  Popovers  were  put  in  their  basket  and  every one  went  upstairs,  Ellen  holding  fast  to  her  jar of  cherry  jam.
       Mr.  James  was  obliged  to  go,  though  Caroline and  Ellen  invited  him  to  stay  to  luncheon.  And Caroline  drank  four  cups  of  tea,  she  was  so  upset, and  Ellen  ate  all  the  cherry  jam  she  wanted.
       But  the  Popovers  were  the  happiest  of  all,  for when  they  were  alone  and  could  talk  outloud Mr.  Popover  said:
       'If  it  hadn't  been  for  us,  sitting  there  by  the closet  door,  Mr.  James  and  Caroline  might never  have  found  Ellen.'
       And  so  all  the  Popovers  believe  to  this  very day.

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DIY Doll Sized Candied Apples

These faux candied apples are approximately one inch in diameter; perfectly sized for our 18" American Girl dolls.

       Every doll lover should have a sweet, candied apple selection for her dolls to enjoy during the holidays. Ours are made from small, turned wooden apples and popsicle sticks. Just cut the sticks to the length you prefer and glue them into the centers of each apple. Let the glue dry and stiffen over night before painting the apples with red, gold or green acrylic paints. Then dip your apples into your choice of caramel, white or brown chocolate colored paints. 

       Place the wet apples on top of wax paper and let the dipped paints settle and dry so that the apples are supported by a small amount of paint pooled beneath them. This is how real caramel or candied apples are allowed to dry too! It should take several days for the paint to dry. Carefully peel away the wax paper after the paint on the apples has hardened. 

       Give the apples even more decorative surfaces with colored puff paints, glitter glue and beads that look like small hard candies, if you'd like.

Left, small 1" diameter wooden apples with flat bamboo skewers glued into the top where stems would
originate from. Right, I've painted half of my apples green and the other half red.

Left, apples drying upside down inside of a plastic egg carton. Right, apples dry on top of brown paper.

Left, Caramel Candied Apples. See a real recipe here.
Right, Jolly Rancher or Red Hots Candied Apples. See a real recipe here.

Left, White Chocolate Dipped Apples with Drizzle. See a real recipe here. 
Right, Chocolate Dipped Apples. See a real recipe here.

More Candy Apple Crafts:

• DIY American Girl Candy Apples!
• Miniature Candy & Caramel Apples - Polymer Clay Tutorial

Thanksgiving Day Party

Pumpkin Pilgrim Head Party Invitations. Print on bright orange construction paper.
Cut and paste onto doll sized cards to invite all of your friends to a wonderful
Thanksgiving Doll Celebration!

       Games for the Thanksgiving house party may be delightfully fun and as undignified as possible. The more riotous they are, the more charm they will have for the guests who celebrate this sweetest of all our holidays by playing along with their favorite doll. The games described form a jolly program of entertainment for the evening which follows our Doll's Thanksgiving dinner.

Barnyard Blind Man's Buff starts the list of games and is warranted to break up any row of wall flowers. As in the old favorite game of Blind Man's Buff, the players form a large circle about one player who is blindfolded. The circle moves about quickly, two or three times, and then stops, the blind man pointing a wand, or cane which he holds at one of the players who grasps it, and must immediately imitate the gobble of the Thanksgiving turkey, the crowing of a rooster, the baying of the barnyard donkey, or any of the sounds of the barnyard folks he chooses. The blind man tries to recognize the person's identity by the sound of his voice, no easy task, because the player is at liberty to disguise his speaking tones in any way he likes. The blind man has three guesses, and if he is successful in giving the player's name, he takes his place in the circle and the player whose identity was discovered is the next blind man.

Shooting the Turkey follows as the next game on the program. A paper turkey, painted with brilliant water colors, is fastened to a sheet of white paper, which is in turn fastened by thumb tacks to the wall. On the sheet, and around the turkey, black crayon lines indicate the target. The bows with which the guests are provided are made of curved willow twigs strung with elastic bands. Straight twigs having two or three hens' feathers tied to the end made the arrows. The guests stand at the end of the room opposite the target and shoot in turn, a prize rewarding the archer who hits the turkey bulls eye the greatest number of times.

A Turkey Hunt comes next. A large number of tiny turkeys are cut from brown paper and hidden in all sorts of out of the way places in the room in which the game is being played. Each player is provided with a small basket tied with ribbons - the basket being dainty enough to form a party souvenir, and at a signal everybody begins hunting for turkeys, filling their baskets as quickly as possible. At the end of five minutes the hunt stops and a prize is awarded the player who can count the most turkeys in his basket.

       The Thanksgiving guests will be ready to abandon these strenuous exercises soon, for a series of Progressive games arranged for them at a number of small card tables in another room. Four or six guests may be accomodated at each table, and at the end of each game they move on one table, the players at the table next them taking their places. The names of winners at each table are kept by an umpire who does not take part in the games, and a prize is awarded the person who wins the greatest number of games:

1. At the first table, big red apples, cloves, tooth picks and fruit knives are found, and the players make faces on the apples within a certain time limit, the game being won by the player whose apple on the umpire's decision presents the most grotesque face. It is possible to cut the apple skin in curls for these quaint figures, to carve most realistic features with the fruit knives, and the Apple Contest will prove one of the most popular in the game series.
2. At the next table, Peanut Jackstraws is played. A pile of peanuts lies in the middle of the table, and the players are given tiny fish poles with which to pull them out. These poles can be easily made at home. A wood meat skewer, wound with very narrow orange ribbon forms the handle, and a length of orange twine the line, to the end of which is tied a hook made of a bent hairpin. The players try to fish out as many peanuts as possible without moving any except the one for which they are fishing. As soon as a player disturbs the pile of peanuts he loses his turn, and must wait until each of the other players has fished. The biggest pile of peanuts wins the game, and the players move on to the next table. 
3. The next table is given up to a Nut Guessing  Contest. The players find slips of paper with the following lists of questions to which in fifteen minutes they must write the answers. There can be no comparison of answers or helps of any kind, and the longest list of correct answers wins the game. Sample questions may be: What nut grows at the seashore? (Beechnut) What nut encloses a city in China? (Walnut.) What nut does a schoolmaster love? (Hickory nut.) What nut did Captain Kid use? (Chestnut.) What nut colors eyes? (Hazelnut.) And as many other queer nuts as the clever hostess can think of.

       When the possibilities of the Progressive Game tables are exhausted, some freak feats will form a jolly end to the party. In one room a peanut maze has been prepared. A twisting, winding path outlined on either side by rows of peanuts, and only six inches wide is laid on the carpet. The guests start threading the maze in a long line. Any person who loses his balance or steps upon a peanut is disqualified at once, and at the end of five minutes the line will be a very short one.

       Another silly peanut game calls for four chairs, two side by side and two opposite the length of the room from the first ones. In two of the chairs that stand side by side there are piles of peanuts, the same number in each pile. Two guests station themselves by these chairs and with spoons carry the peanuts, one at a time, to the opposite chairs. The player who finishes first wins a prize.

Doll Sized Turkey Treats:

• Teeny Tiny Turkey Table
• Fall Leaf Cookies 

The Golden Bird

       In times gone by there was a King who had at the back of his castle a beautiful pleasure-garden, in which stood a tree that bore golden apples. As the apples ripened they were counted, but one morning one was missing. Then the King was angry, and he ordered that watch should be kept about the tree every night. Now the King had three sons, and he sent the eldest to spend the whole night in the garden: so he watched till midnight, and then he could keep off sleep no longer, and in the morning another apple was missing. The second son had to watch the following night; but it fared no better, for when twelve o'clock had struck he went to sleep, and in the morning another apple was missing. Now came the time of the third son to watch, and he was ready to do so; but the King had less trust in him, and believed he would acquit himself still worse than his brothers, but in the end he consented to let him try. So the young man lay down under the tree to watch, and resolved that sleep should not be master. When it struck twelve something came rushing through the air, and he saw in the moonlight a bird flying towards him, whose feathers glittered like gold. The bird perched upon the tree, and had already pecked off an apple, when the young man let fly an arrow at it. The bird flew away, but the arrow had struck its target, and one of its golden feathers fell to the ground. The young man picked it up, and taking it next morning to the King, told him what had happened in the night.

       The King called his council together, and all declared that such a feather was worth more than the whole kingdom. "Since the feather is so valuable," said the King, "one is not enough for me; I must and will have the whole bird."

       So the eldest son set off, and relying on his own cleverness he thought he should soon find the golden bird. When he had gone some distance he saw a fox sitting at the edge of a wood, and he pointed his gun at him.

The golden bird illustrated
by Wuanita Smith

       The fox cried out, "Do not shoot me, and I will give you good counsel. You are on your way to find the golden bird, and this evening you will come to a village, in which two taverns stand facing each other. One will be brightly lighted up, and there will be plenty of merriment going on inside; do not mind about that, but go into the other one, although it will look to you very uninviting."

       "How can a silly beast give one any rational advice?" thought the King's son, and let fly at the fox, but missed him, and he stretched out his tail and ran quickly into the wood. Then the young man went on his way, and towards evening he came to the village, and there stood the two taverns; in one singing and dancing was going on, the other looked quite dull and wretched. "I should be a fool," said he, "to go into that dismal place, while there is anything so good close by." So he went into the merry inn, and there lived in clover, quite forgetting the bird and his father, and all good counsel.

       As time went on, and the eldest son never came home, the second son set out to seek the golden bird. He met with the fox, just as the eldest did, and received good advice from him without attending to it. And when he came to the taverns, his brother was standing and calling to him at the window of one of them, out of which came sounds of merriment; so he could not resist, but went in and reveled to his heart's content.

       And then, as time went on, the youngest son wished to go forth, and to try his luck, but his father would not consent. ''It would be useless," said he; "he is much less likely to find the bird than his  brothers, and if any misfortune were to happen to him he would not know how to help himself; his wits are none of the best."

       But at last, as there was no peace to be had, he let him go. By the side of the wood sat the fox, begged him to spare his life, and gave him good counsel. The young man was kind, and said, "Be easy, little fox, I will do you no harm."

       "You shall not repent of it," answered the fox, "and that you may get there all the sooner, get up and sit on my tail."

       And no sooner had he done so than the fox began to run, and off they went over stock and stone, so that the wind whistled in their hair. When they reached the village the young man got down, and, following the fox's advice, went into the mean-looking tavern, without hesitating, and there he passed a quiet night.

       The next morning, when he went out into the field, the fox, who was sitting there already, said, "I will tell you further what you have to do. Go straight on until you come to a castle, before which a great band of soldiers lie, but do not trouble yourself about them, for they will be all asleep and snoring; pass through them and forward into the castle, and go through all the rooms, until you come to one where there is a golden bird hanging in a wooden cage. Near at hand will stand, empty, a golden cage of state, but you must beware of taking the bird out of his ugly cage and putting him into the fine one; if you do so you will come to harm."

       After he had finished saying this the fox stretched out his tail again, and the King's son sat him down upon it; then away they went over stock and stone, so that the wind whistled through their hair. And when the King's son reached the castle he found everything as the fox had said, and he at last entered the room where the golden bird was hanging in a wooden cage, while a golden one was standing by; the three golden apples too were in the room. Then, thinking it foolish to let the beautiful bird stay in that mean and ugly cage, he opened the door of it, took hold of it, and put it in the golden one. In the same moment the bird uttered a piercing cry. The soldiers awakened, rushed in, seized the King's son and put him in prison. The next morning he was brought before a judge, and, as he confessed everything, condemned to death. But the King said he would spare his life on one condition, that he should bring him the golden horse whose paces were swifter than the wind, and that then he should also receive the golden bird as a reward.

       So the King's son set off to find the golden horse, but he sighed, and was very sad, for how should it be accomplished? And then he saw his old friend the fox sitting by the roadside.

       "Now, you see," said the fox, "all this has happened because you would not listen to me. But be of good courage, I will bring you through, and will tell you how you are to get the golden horse. You must go straight on until you come to a castle, where the horse stands in his stable; before the stable-door the grooms will be lying, but they will all be asleep and snoring; and you can go and quietly lead out the horse. But one thing you must mind - take care to put upon him the plain saddle of wood and leather, and not the golden one, which will hang close by; otherwise it will go badly with you."

       Then the fox stretched out his tail, and the King's son seated himself upon it, and away they went over stock and stone until the wind whistled through their hair. And everything happened just as the fox had said, and he came to the stall where the golden horse was, and as he was about to put on him the plain saddle, he thought to himself, "Such a beautiful animal would be disgraced were I not to put on him the good saddle, which becomes him so well."

       However, no sooner did the horse feel the golden saddle touch him than he began to neigh. And the grooms all awoke, seized the King's son and threw him into prison. The next morning he was delivered up to justice and condemned to death, but the King promised him his life, and also to bestow upon him the golden horse, if he could convey thither the beautiful Princess of the golden castle.

       With a heavy heart the King's son set out, but by great good luck he soon met with the faithful fox.

       "I ought now to leave you to your own ill-luck," said the fox, "but I am sorry for you, and will once more help you in your need. Your way lies straight up to the golden castle. You will arrive there in the evening, and at night when all is quiet, the beautiful Princess goes to the bath. And as she is entering the bathing-house, go up to her and give her a kiss, then she will follow you, and you can lead her away; but do not suffer her first to go and take leave of her parents, or it will go ill with you."

       Then the fox stretched out his tail, the King's son seated himself upon it, and away they went over stock and stone, so that the wind whistled through their hair. And when he came to the golden castle all was as the fox had said. He waited until midnight, when all lay in deep sleep, and then as the beautiful Princess went to the bathing-house he went up to her and gave her a kiss, and she willingly promised to go with him, but she begged him earnestly, and with tears, that he would let her first go and take leave of her parents. At first he denied her prayer, but as she wept so much the more, and fell at his feet, he gave in at last. And no sooner had the Princess reached her father's bedside than he, and all who were in the castle, waked up, and the young man was seized and thrown into prison.

       The next morning the King said to him, "Thy life is forfeit, but thou shalt find grace if thou canst level that mountain that lies before my windows, and over which I am not able to see; and if this is done within eight days thou shalt have my daughter for a reward."

       So the King's son set to work, and dug and shoveled away without ceasing, but when, on the seventh day, he saw how little he had accomplished, and that all his work was as nothing, he fell into great sadness, and gave up all hope. But on the evening of the seventh day the fox appeared, and said, "You do not deserve that I should help you, but go now and lie down to sleep, and I will do the work for you."

       The next morning when he awoke, and looked out of the window, the mountain had disappeared. The young man hastened full of joy to the King, and told him that his behest was fulfilled, and, whether the King liked it or not, he had to keep to his word, and let his daughter go.

       So they both went away together, and it was not long before the faithful fox came up to them.

       "Well, you have got the best first," said he; ''but you must know the golden horse belongs to the Princess of the golden castle."

       "But how shall I get it?" asked the young man.

       "I am going to tell you," answered the fox. "First, go to the King who sent you to the golden castle, and take to him the beautiful Princess. There will then be very great rejoicing; he will willingly give you the golden horse, and they will lead him out to you; then mount him without delay, and stretch out your hand to each of them to take leave, and last of all to the Princess, and when you have her by the hand swing her up on the horse behind you, and off you go! nobody will be able to overtake you, for that horse goes swifter than the wind."

       And so it was all happily done, and the King's son carried off the beautiful Princess on the golden horse. The fox did not stay behind, and he said to the young man, "Now, I will help you to get the golden bird. When you draw near the castle where the bird is, let the lady alight, and I will take her under my care; then you must ride the golden horse into the castle-yard, and there will be great rejoicing to see it, and they will bring out to you the golden bird. As soon as you have the cage in your hand, you must start off back to us, and then you shall carry the lady away."

       The plan was successfully carried out; and when the young man returned with the treasure, the fox said, "Now, what will you give me for my reward?"

       ''What would you like?" asked the young man.

        ''When we are passing through the wood, I desire that you should slay me, and cut my head and feet off."

       "That were a strange sign of gratitude," said the King's son, "and I could not possibly do such a thing."

       Then said the fox, "If you will not do it, I must leave you; but before I go let me give you some good advice. Beware of two things: buy no gallows-meat, and sit at no brook-side." With that the fox ran off into the wood.

       The young man thought to himself, "That is a wonderful animal, with most singular ideas. How should any one buy gallows-meat? and I am sure I have no particular fancy for sitting by a brook-side."

       So he rode on with the beautiful Princess, and their way led them through the village where his two brothers had stayed. There they heard great outcry and noise, and when he asked what it was all about, they told him that two people were going to be hanged. And when he drew near he saw that it was his two brothers, who had done all sorts of evil tricks, and had wasted all their goods. He asked if there were no means of setting them free.

       "Oh yes! if you will buy them off," answered the people; "but why should you spend your money in redeeming such worthless men?"

       But he persisted in doing so; and when they were let go they all went on their journey together.

       After a while they came to the wood where the fox had met them first, and there it seemed so cool and sheltered from the sun's burning rays that the two brothers said, "Let us rest here for a little by the brook, and eat and drink to refresh ourselves."

       The young man consented, quite forgetting the fox's warning, and he seated himself by the brook-side, suspecting no evil. But the two brothers thrust him backwards into the brook, seized the Princess, the horse, and the bird, and went home to their father.

       "Is not this the golden bird that we bring?" said they; "and we have also the golden horse, and the Princess of the golden castle."

       Then there was great rejoicing in the royal castle, but the horse did not feed, the bird did not chirp, and the Princess sat still and wept.

       The youngest brother, however, had not perished. The brook was, by good fortune, dry, and he fell on soft moss without receiving any hurt, but he could not get up again. But in his need the faithful fox was not lacking; he came up running, and reproached him for having forgotten his advice. "But I cannot forsake you all the same," said he; "I will help you back again into daylight." So he told the young man to grasp his tail, and hold on to it fast, and so he drew him up again.

       "Still you are not quite out of all danger," said the fox; "your brothers, not being certain of your death, have surrounded the wood with sentinels, who are to put you to death if you let yourself be seen."

       A poor beggar-man was sitting by the path, and the young man changed clothes with him, and went in that disguise into the King's courtyard. Nobody knew him, but the bird began to chirp, and the horse began to feed, and the beautiful Princess ceased weeping.

       "What does this mean?" said the King, astonished.

       The Princess answered, "I cannot tell, except that I was sad, and now I am joyful; it is to me as if my rightful bridegroom had returned,"

       Then she told him all that happened, although the two brothers had threatened to put her to death if she let out anything. The King then ordered every person who was in the castle to be brought before him, and with the rest came the young man like a beggar in his wretched garments; but the Princess knew him, and greeted him well, falling on his neck and kissing him. The wicked brothers were seized and put to death, and the youngest brother was married to the Princess, and succeeded to the inheritance of his father.

       But what became of the poor fox? Long afterwards the King's son was going through the wood, and the fox met him and said, "Now, you have everything that you can wish for, but my misfortunes never come to an end, and it lies in your power to free me from them." And once more he prayed the King's son earnestly to slay him, and cut off his head and feet. So, at last, he consented, and no sooner was it done than the fox was changed into a man, and was no other than the brother of the beautiful Princess; and thus he was set free from a spell that had bound him for a long, long time.

       And now, indeed, they lacked nothing to their happiness as long as they lived.

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