THE LITTLE SEAMSTRESS A FRENCH SONG OF THE OLDEN TIME
A dear little seamstress in Paris I knew;
The tiniest possible stitches she drew.
I never at all
Saw sewing so small!
She made the Notary neckties new;
The Apothecary, he had some too.
I never at all
Saw sewing so small!
The Apothecary, he had some too,—
Seamstress, what do I owe to you?
I never at all
Saw sewing so small!
Seamstress, what do I owe to you?
Just six nothings, no more is due.
I never at all
Saw sewing so small!
Just six nothings, no more is due.
Give me a kiss, then,—or give me two!
I never at all
Saw sewing so small!
THE REAL PRINCESS AFTER A FAIRY TALE BY HANS ANDERSEN
Once upon a time there was a prince, and, as he knew very well that he was a real prince and could never forget it for a single moment, he very naturally wanted to marry a real princess. He sought one after another, and, after talking about the weather and the health of the emperor, he found in each case that there was something about them he didn't like—something artificial and unprincess-like. When he spoke gently they smiled; when he spoke roughly to hurt them, they still smiled—the same smile. They were not a success. None of them was what he wanted. His princess must be so sensitive that she would wither at a reproachful glance; so delicately dainty that a spot of dust would make her scream, and the draught of a fly's wings cause her a severe cold. He would have the real thing, or nothing.
When this exacting prince had duly considered all the princesses in his own country, and found them wanting, he set out to travel all over the world, forever saying to himself, 'I am a real prince: there must be a real princess somewhere.'