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Title: The princess and the goblin
Year: 1920 (1920s)
Authors: MacDonald, George, 1824-1905 Smith, Jessie Willcox, 1863-1935, ill
Subjects: Fairy tales
Publisher: Philadelphia : D. McKay
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ll could see nothing. It flashed upon himthat this must be the princesss thread. Without saying aword, for he knew no one would believe him any more than hehad believed the princess, he followed the thread with hisfinger, contrived to give Lootie the slip, and was soon out of thehouse, and on the mountain-side—surprised that, if the threadwere indeed her grandmothers messenger, it should have ledthe princess, as he supposed it must, into the mountain, whereshe would be certain to meet the goblins rushing back enragedfrom their defeat. But he hurried on in the hope of overtakingher first. When he arrived however at the place where thepath turned off for the mine, he found that the thread did notturn with it, but went straight up the mountain. Could it bethat the thread was leading him home to his mothers cottage?Could the princess be there? He bounded up the mountainlike one of its own goats, and before the sun was up, thethread had brought him indeed to his mothers door. There (184)
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There sat his mother by the fire, and in her armslay the princess fast asleep. CURDIES GUIDE it vanished from his fingers, and he could not find it, search ashe might. The door was on the latch, and he entered. There sat hismother by the fire, and in her arms lay the princess fastasleep. Hush, Curdie! said his mother. Do not wake her. Imso glad youre come! I thought the cobs must have got youagain! With a heart full of delight, Curdie sat down at a corner ofthe hearth, on a stool opposite his mothers chair, and gazedat the princess, who slept as peacefully as if she had been inher own bed. All at once she opened her eyes and fixed themon him. Oh, Curdie! youre come! she said quietly. I thoughtyou would! Curdie rose and stood before her with downcast eyes. Irene, he said, I am very sorry I did not believe you. Oh, never mind, Curdie! answered the princess. Youcouldnt, you know. You do believe me now, dont you? I cant help it now. I ought to have helped it before. Why cant you help it n

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