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”
“
Then
nobody
ever
heard
it
before
?
”
asked
one
older
child
.
“
No
,
nobody
.
”
“
Oh
!
”
exclaimed
several
,
thinking
it
very
grand
to
have
the
first
telling
;
and
I
daresay
there
might
be
a
peculiar
freshness
about
it
,
because
everything
would
be
nearly
as
new
to
the
story
-
teller
himself
as
to
the
listeners
.
Some
were
only
sitting
up
and
some
were
lying
down
,
so
there
could
not
be
the
same
busy
gathering
,
bustling
,
and
shifting
to
and
fro
with
which
children
generally
prepare
themselves
to
hear
a
story
;
but
their
faces
,
and
the
turning
of
their
heads
,
and
many
feeble
exclamations
of
expected
pleasure
,
showed
that
all
such
preparations
were
making
within
them
.
Mr
.
Raymond
stood
in
the
middle
of
the
room
,
that
he
might
turn
from
side
to
side
,
and
give
each
a
share
of
seeing
him
.
Diamond
kept
his
place
by
Nanny
’
s
side
,
with
her
hand
in
his
.
I
do
not
know
how
much
of
Mr
.
Raymond
’
s
story
the
smaller
children
understood
;
indeed
,
I
don
’
t
quite
know
how
much
there
was
in
it
to
be
understood
,
for
in
such
a
story
every
one
has
just
to
take
what
he
can
get
.
But
they
all
listened
with
apparent
satisfaction
,
and
certainly
with
great
attention
.
Mr
.
Raymond
wrote
it
down
afterwards
,
and
here
it
is
—
somewhat
altered
no
doubt
,
for
a
good
story
-
teller
tries
to
make
his
stories
better
every
time
he
tells
them
.
I
cannot
myself
help
thinking
that
he
was
somewhat
indebted
for
this
one
to
the
old
story
of
The
Sleeping
Beauty
.
NO
HOUSE
of
any
pretension
to
be
called
a
palace
is
in
the
least
worthy
of
the
name
,
except
it
has
a
wood
near
it
—
very
near
it
—
and
the
nearer
the
better
.
Not
all
round
it
—
I
don
’
t
mean
that
,
for
a
palace
ought
to
be
open
to
the
sun
and
wind
,
and
stand
high
and
brave
,
with
weathercocks
glittering
and
flags
flying
;
but
on
one
side
of
every
palace
there
must
be
a
wood
.
And
there
was
a
very
grand
wood
indeed
beside
the
palace
of
the
king
who
was
going
to
be
Daylight
’
s
father
;
such
a
grand
wood
,
that
nobody
yet
had
ever
got
to
the
other
end
of
it
.
Near
the
house
it
was
kept
very
trim
and
nice
,
and
it
was
free
of
brushwood
for
a
long
way
in
;
but
by
degrees
it
got
wild
,
and
it
grew
wilder
,
and
wilder
,
and
wilder
,
until
some
said
wild
beasts
at
last
did
what
they
liked
in
it
.
The
king
and
his
courtiers
often
hunted
,
however
,
and
this
kept
the
wild
beasts
far
away
from
the
palace
.
One
glorious
summer
morning
,
when
the
wind
and
sun
were
out
together
,
when
the
vanes
were
flashing
and
the
flags
frolicking
against
the
blue
sky
,
little
Daylight
made
her
appearance
from
somewhere
—
nobody
could
tell
where
—
a
beautiful
baby
,
with
such
bright
eyes
that
she
might
have
come
from
the
sun
,
only
by
and
by
she
showed
such
lively
ways
that
she
might
equally
well
have
come
out
of
the
wind
.
There
was
great
jubilation
in
the
palace
,
for
this
was
the
first
baby
the
queen
had
had
,
and
there
is
as
much
happiness
over
a
new
baby
in
a
palace
as
in
a
cottage
.
But
there
is
one
disadvantage
of
living
near
a
wood
:
you
do
not
know
quite
who
your
neighbours
may
be
.
Everybody
knew
there
were
in
it
several
fairies
,
living
within
a
few
miles
of
the
palace
,
who
always
had
had
something
to
do
with
each
new
baby
that
came
;
for
fairies
live
so
much
longer
than
we
,
that
they
can
have
business
with
a
good
many
generations
of
human
mortals
.
The
curious
houses
they
lived
in
were
well
known
also
,
—
one
,
a
hollow
oak
;
another
,
a
birch
-
tree
,
though
nobody
could
ever
find
how
that
fairy
made
a
house
of
it
;
another
,
a
hut
of
growing
trees
intertwined
,
and
patched
up
with
turf
and
moss
.
But
there
was
another
fairy
who
had
lately
come
to
the
place
,
and
nobody
even
knew
she
was
a
fairy
except
the
other
fairies
.
A
wicked
old
thing
she
was
,
always
concealing
her
power
,
and
being
as
disagreeable
as
she
could
,
in
order
to
tempt
people
to
give
her
offence
,
that
she
might
have
the
pleasure
of
taking
vengeance
upon
them
.
The
people
about
thought
she
was
a
witch
,
and
those
who
knew
her
by
sight
were
careful
to
avoid
offending
her
.
She
lived
in
a
mud
house
,
in
a
swampy
part
of
the
forest
.
