o longer keep back his daughter.
The wedding was celebrated, and after the King's death, the Simpleton
inherited the Kingdom, and lived very happily ever after with his wife.

THE STORY OF THE THREE BEARS

Once upon a time there were Three Bears, who lived together in a house of
their own, in a wood. One of them was a Little, Small, Wee Bear; and one
was a Middle-sized Bear, and the other was a Great, Huge Bear. They had
each a pot for their porridge; a little pot for the Little, Small, Wee
Bear; and a middle-sized pot for the Middle Bear, and a great pot for the
Great, Huge Bear. And they had each a chair to sit in; a little chair
for the Little, Small, Wee Bear; and a middle-sized chair for the Middle
Bear, and a great chair for the Great, Huge Bear. And they had each a bed
to sleep in; a little bed for the Little, Small, Wee Bear; and a
middle-sized bed for the Middle Bear, and a great bed for the Great, Huge
Bear.

One day, after they had made the porridge for their breakfast, and poured
it into their porridge-pots, they walked out into the wood while the
porridge was cooling, that they might not burn their mouths by beginning
too soon to eat it. And while they were walking, a little Girl called
Goldenlocks came to the house. First she looked in at the window, and then
she peeped in at the keyhole; and seeing nobody in the house, she turned
the handle of the door. The door was not fastened, because the Bears were
good Bears, who did nobody any harm, and never suspected that anybody
would harm them. So Goldenlocks opened the door, and went in; and well
pleased she was when she saw the porridge on the table. If she had been a
thoughtful little Girl, she would have waited till the Bears came home,
and then, perhaps, they would have asked her to breakfast; for they were
good Bears--a little rough or so, as the manner of Bears is, but for all
that very good-natured and hospitable. But the porridge looked tempting,
and she set about helping herself.

So first she tasted the porridge of the Great, Huge Bear, and that was too
hot for her. And then she tasted the porridge of the Middle Bear, and that
was too cold for her. And then she went to the porridge of the Little,
Small, Wee Bear, and tasted that; and that was neither too hot nor too
cold, but just right, and she liked it so well that she ate it all up.

Then Goldenlocks sat down in the chair of the Great, Huge Bear, and that
was too hard for her. And the