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The Little Good Mouse

The Turkey-maiden answered proudly:

`I never will marry you I you are too ugly and too much like your cruel father. Leave me in peace with my turkeys, which I like far better than all your fine gifts.'

The little mouse watched her with the greatest admiration, for she was as beautiful as the spring; and as soon as the wicked Prince was gone, she took the form of an old peasant woman and said to her:

`Good day, my pretty one! you have a fine flock of turkeys there.'

The young Turkey-maiden turned her gentle eyes upon the old woman, and answered:

`Yet they wish me to leave them to become a miserable Queen! what is your advice upon the matter?'

`My child,' said the Fairy, `a crown is a very pretty thing, but you know neither the price nor the weight of it.'

`I know so well that I have refused to wear one,' said the little maiden, `though I don't know who was my father, or who was my mother, and I have not a friend in the world.'

`You have goodness and beauty, which are of more value than ten kingdoms,' said the wise Fairy. `But tell me, child, how came you here, and how is it you have neither father, nor mother, nor friend?'

`A Fairy called Cancaline is the cause of my being here,' answered she, `for while I lived with her I got nothing but blows and harsh words, until at last I could bear it no longer, and ran away from her without knowing where I was going, and as I came through a wood the wicked Prince met me, and offered to give me charge of the poultry-yard. I accepted gladly, not knowing that I should have to see him day by day. And now he wants to marry me, but that I will never consent to.'

Upon hearing this the Fairy became convinced that the little Turkey-maiden was none other than the Princess Delicia.

`What is your name, my little one?' said she.

`I am called Delicia, if it please you,' she answered.

Then the Fairy threw her arms round the Princess's neck, and nearly smothered her with kisses, saying:

`Ah, Delicia! I am a very old friend of yours, and I am truly glad to find you at last; but you might look nicer than you do in that old gown, which is only fit for a kitchen-maid.

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