“Now then! you are such dear, good children that I will tell you the story of Amaryllis.”
This is the fairy tale that Grandpa told:
AMARYLLIS
Amaryllis sat by the fire, playing his fiddle.
He was alone in the house.
His brothers had gone to the ball.
Amaryllis was thinking of the story of Cinderella.
“I am like Cinderella, only I am a boy,” he said. “I sit among the ashes and cinders.”
“By and by,” he said, “I will pretend I am at the ball.”