The next morning, as she sat there, Princess Long-Nose looked out of the window.

"What will you take for your big golden apple?" asked Long-Nose.

"It is not for sale," said the girl.

"I will give you anything you ask," said Long-Nose.

"Let me speak to the prince, and you may have it," said the girl.

"Very well," said Long-Nose.

She made the girl wait till night, and then let her in, but the prince was fast asleep.

He would not wake up.

Long-Nose had given him a kind of drink to make him sleep soundly.

So the girl went sadly out.

Next morning Long-Nose looked out of the window and said to her, "What will you take for the comb?"

"It is not for sale," said the girl.

Long-Nose said that the girl might see the prince again if she would give her the comb.

So she saw the prince again, but he was asleep as before.

Next morning Long-Nose looked out and saw the spinning wheel.

She wanted that too. So she said she would let the girl come in and see the prince once more if she would give her the spinning wheel.

Some one told the prince about it, and that night he did not take the drink which Long-Nose gave to him. He threw it out of the window.

When the girl came, he was awake, and she told him her story.

"You are just in time," said the prince, "for to-morrow I was to be married to Long-Nose.

"Now I will have no one but you. I will tell Long-Nose that I will marry no one who cannot wash three drops of candle grease out of my coat. She cannot do it, but I know that you can."

So the next morning the prince said that he must have three drops of grease washed out of his coat, and that he would marry no one who couldn't wash them out.

Long-Nose began to wash the coat, but she couldn't get the grease out.

It turned black.

Then the old witch tried, but she had no better luck.

Then the younger witches tried.

"You cannot wash," said the prince. "I believe the poor girl out under the window can wash better than you. Let her try."

So the girl came in and tried, and as soon as she put the coat into the water it was white as snow.

"You are the girl for me!" said the prince.

At this the old witch flew into such a rage that she fell to pieces, and Princess Long-Nose fell to pieces, and the younger witches all fell to pieces. And no one could ever put them together again.

The prince married the poor girl, and they flew away as far as they could from the castle that lay East of the Sun and West of the Moon.

POEMS BY ABBIE FARWELL BROWN

THE SAILOR

Little girl, O little girl, Where did you sail to-day?

The greeny gra.s.s is all about; I cannot see the bay.

"The greeny gra.s.s is water, sir; I'm sailing on the sea, I'm tacking to the Island there Beneath the apple tree.

"You ought to come aboard my boat, Or you will soon be drowned!

You're standing in the ocean, sir, That billows all around!"

Little girl, O little girl, And must I pay a fare?

"A penny to the apple tree, A penny back from there.

"A penny for a pa.s.senger, But sailors voyage free; O, will you be a sailor, sir, And hold the sheet for me?"

A MUSIC BOX

I am a little music box, Wound up and made to go, And play my little living tune The best way that I know.

If I am naughty, cross, or rude, The music will go wrong, My little works be tangled up And spoil the pretty song.

I must be very sweet and good And happy all the day, And then the little music box In tune will always play.

AMERICAN INDIAN LEGENDS

LITTLE SCAR-FACE

Among the pine trees, by a quiet lake, stood the wigwam of a great Indian whose name was Big Moose. His sister kept the wigwam for him, and took care of all that was his. Her name was White Maiden.

No one but White Maiden had ever seen Big Moose. The Indians could see the marks of his feet in the snow, and they could hear his sled as it ran over the ice, but they could not see him.