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frightened, but she put her teeny-tiny head out of the teeny-tiny clothes, and said in her loudest teeny-tiny voice,

      "TAKE IT!"

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      The very old story that follows is taken from Halliwell, and is, according to Jacobs, scarcely more than a variant of "The Old Woman and Her Pig." Like that story, "The Cat and the Mouse" appeals to small people by its pronounced rhythmical structure, accentuated by the rhyme which marks the transition to each new section, and by the "run" at the close.

       THE CAT AND THE MOUSE

      The cat and the mouse

       Played in the malt-house:

      The cat bit the mouse's tail off. "Pray, puss, give me my tail."

      "No," said the cat, "I'll not give you your tail till you go to the cow and fetch me some milk."

      First she leapt, and then she ran,

       Till she came to the cow, and thus began:

      "Pray, cow, give me milk, that I may give cat milk, that cat may give me my own tail again."

      "No," said the cow, "I will give you no milk till you go to the farmer and fetch me some hay."

      First she leapt, and then she ran,

       Till she came to the farmer, and thus began:

      "Pray, farmer, give me hay, that I may give cow hay, that cow may give me milk, that I may give cat milk, that cat may give me my own tail again."

      "No," said the farmer, "I'll give you no hay till you go to the butcher and fetch me some meat."

      First she leapt, and then she ran,

       Till she came to the butcher, and thus began:

      "Pray, butcher, give me meat, that I may give farmer meat, that farmer may give me hay, that I may give cow hay, that cow may give me milk, that I may give cat milk, that cat may give me my own tail again."

      "No," said the butcher, "I'll give you no meat till you go to the baker and fetch me some bread."

      First she leapt, and then she ran,

       Till she came to the baker, and thus began:

      "Pray, baker, give me bread, that I may give butcher bread, that butcher may give me meat, that I may give farmer meat, that farmer may give me hay, that I may give cow hay, that cow may give me milk, that I may give cat milk, that cat may give me my own tail again."

      "Yes," said the baker, "I'll give you some bread,

       But if you eat my meal, I'll cut off your head."

      Then the baker gave mouse bread, and mouse gave butcher bread, and butcher gave mouse meat, and mouse gave farmer meat, and farmer gave mouse hay, and mouse gave cow hay, and cow gave mouse milk, and mouse gave cat milk, and cat gave mouse her own tail again.

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      The following story is in the most familiar version of Halliwell's collection. Another much-used form of the story may be found in Lang's Green Fairy Book, in which the pigs are distinctly characterized and given the names of Browny, Whitey, and Blacky. Jacobs uses the Halliwell version in his English Fairy Tales, but prefixes to it an opening formula which seems to have been much in use by old story-tellers as a way of beginning almost any oral story for children:

      "Once upon a time when pigs spoke rhyme

       And monkeys chewed tobacco,

       And hens took snuff to make them tough,

       And ducks went quack, quack, quack, O!"

       THE STORY OF THE THREE LITTLE PIGS

      Once upon a time there was an old sow with three little pigs, and as she had not enough to keep them, she sent them out to seek their fortune. The first that went off met a man with a bundle of straw, and said to him:

      "Please, man, give me that straw to build me a house."

      Which the man did, and the little pig built a house with it. Presently came along a wolf, and knocked at the door, and said:

      "Little pig, little pig, let me come in."

      To which the pig answered:

      "No, no, by the hair of my chinny chin chin."

      The wolf then answered to that:

      "Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in."

      So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew his house in, and ate up the little pig.

      The second little pig met a man with a bundle of furze and said:

      "Please, man, give me that furze to build a house."

      Which the man did, and the pig built his house. Then along came the wolf, and said:

      "Little pig, little pig, let me come in."

      "No, no, by the hair of my chinny chin chin."

      "Then I'll puff, and I'll huff, and I'll blow your house in."

      So he huffed, and he puffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and at last he blew the house down, and he ate up the little pig.

      The third little pig met a man with a load of bricks, and said:

      "Please, man, give me those bricks to build a house with."

      So the man gave him the bricks, and he built his house with them. So the wolf came, as he did to the other little pigs, and said:

      "Little pig, little pig, let me come in."

      "No, no, by the hair on my chinny chin chin."

      "Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in."

      Well, he huffed, and he puffed, and he huffed and he puffed, and he puffed and huffed; but he could not get the house down. When he found that he could not, with all his huffing and puffing, blow the house down, he said:

      "Little pig, I know where there is a nice field of turnips."

      "Where?" said the little pig.

      "Oh, in Mr. Smith's Home-field, and if you will be ready to-morrow morning I will call for you, and we will go together and get some for dinner."

      "Very well," said the little pig, "I will be ready. What time do you mean to go?"

      "Oh, at six o'clock."

      Well, the little pig got up at five and got the turnips before the wolf came (which he did about six), who said:

      "Little pig, are you ready?"

      The little pig said: "Ready! I have been and come back again, and got a nice potful for dinner."

      The wolf felt very angry at this, but thought that he would be up to the little pig somehow or other, so he said:

      "Little pig, I know where there is a nice apple-tree."

      "Where?" said the pig.

      "Down at Merry-garden," replied the wolf, "and if you will not deceive me I will come for you at five o'clock tomorrow and we will go together and get some apples."

      Well, the little pig bustled up the next morning at four o'clock, and went off for the apples, hoping to get back before the wolf came; but he had farther to go and had to climb the tree, so that just as he was coming