But the wood-wife took again the shape of an owl, and the enchanted
stones became bats, and they all disappeared into the shadows of the
forest.
And as the princess shortly afterwards married a very charming prince,
she no doubt changed her name.
Certainly she was never more known as the Snarling Princess.
THE LITTLE PARSNIP-MAN.
(_Freely adapted from the German._)
WHAT PETER FOUND IN THE PAN--AN UGLY SMILE--THE WIDOW'S RECKONINGS--REST
BY RUSHLIGHT.
[Illustration]
On a cold winter's evening it is very cosy to sit by a warm hearth,
where the fire crackles pleasantly, and the old saucepan, which Mother
has set on the fire, sings monotonously to itself between-whiles.
On such a night the wind howled in the street without, beat upon the
window-panes, and rustled through the trees, which stood, tall and
leafless, in the big garden over the way.
Little Peter did not trouble his head on the subject. He sat indoors on
a little footstool, near the fire, and close also to his mother, who was
busy cutting up parsnips for next day's dinner.
Peter paid great attention as his mother took a well-boiled parsnip out
of the saucepan, scraped it, cut it, and laid the pieces on a clean
white dish.
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