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Title: Stories for the household
Year: 1889 (1880s)
Authors: Andersen, H. C. (Hans Christian), 1805-1875 Dulcken, H. W. (Henry William), 1832-1894 Bayes, Alfred Walter, 1832-1909, ill
Subjects: Fairy tales
Publisher: London : G. Routledge and Sons

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at last, you will become something, whispered Stork-mamma, there s no doubt about that. What should I become ? asked Stork-papa. What have I done?Nothing at all! You have done more than the rest! But for you and the young-sters the two Princesses would never have seen Egypt again, or haveeffected the old mans cure. Tou will turn out something ! They mustcertainly give you a doctors degree, and our youngsters will inheritit, and so will their children after them, and so on. Tou already looklike an Egyptian doctor—at least in my eyes. I cannot quite repeat the words as they were spoken, said Stork-papa, who had listened from the roof to the report of these events madeby the learned men, and was now telling it again to his own family. What they said was so confused, it was so wise and learned, that theyimmediately received rank and presents: even the head cook receivedan especial mark of distinction—probably for the soup. And what did you receive ? asked Stork-mamma. Surely they m i;
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THE KING OF EGYPTS EECOYEET. ought not to forget the most important person of all, and you are cer-tainly he ! The learned men have done nothing throughout the wholeaffair but used their tongues; but you will doubtless receive what isdue to you. Late in the night, when the gentle peace of sleep rested upon thenow happy house, there was one who still watched. It was not Stork-papa, though he stood upon one leg and slept on guard—it was Helgawho watched. She bowed herself forward over the balcony, and lookedinto the clear air, gazed at the great gleaming stars, greater and purer 604 Stories for the Household. in their lustre than she had ever seen them in the North, and yet thesame orbs. She thought of the Viking •woman in the wild moorland, ofthe gentle eyes of her foster-mother, and of the tears which the kindBoul had wept over the poor frog-child that now lived in splendour underthe gleaming stars, in the beauteous spring air on the banks of the Nile.She thought of the love that

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