or had not dared to leave the castle for days, for fear of the
monster; but at length he could sit still no longer, and went into the
garden one bright summer's day. Suddenly the wolf sprang from behind a
tree, caught the poor fellow by the tail of his coat, and dragged him
far into the wood, in spite of all his wriggling and screaming.

"Rascal of a tailor!" said he; "you have brought me into misery,
therefore you must die."

Then, in his dire need, a cunning, artful idea occurred to the tailor,
and he exclaimed, "Look! there come the huntsmen!" and as the wolf
turned round in alarm, the tailor leaped on to his back, and held his
hands tightly over the creature's eyes.

Then the wolf ran as he had never run in his life before, so that each
moment he thought his hated rider must fall to the ground.

And as the creature could not see, the tailor guided him toward the
castle, to an open stable door; there got down, pushed him into one of
the stalls, and then bolted the door on the outside.

The King was highly delighted that the tailor was such a cunning fellow,
and consented that the betrothal to his daughter should take place at
once.

The wolf was hanged, and his skin, which the tailor received among his
wedding gifts, has been preserved to the present day, and just now lies
under the table, belonging to the author of this little tale.

[Illustration: AN EASTER EGG.]

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THE TALE Of A TAIL.

There was a rat lived in a mill--
Heigh oh! says Tidley Pill;
If she's not dead, she lives there still--
Heigh oh! says Tidley Pill.

This rat she had a great long tail--
Heigh oh! says Tidley Pill;
One day she caught it on a nail--
Heigh oh! says Tidley Pill.

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She pulled so hard she pulled it out--
Heigh oh! says Tidley Pill;
And then she turned herself about--
Heigh oh! says Tidley Pill.

At home I've got a little babee--
Heigh oh! says Tidley Pill;
I wonder if she will know me--
Heigh oh! says Tidley Pill.

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Oh, mother! mother! where's your tail?--
Heigh oh! says Tidley Pill.
Yonder it hangs upon a nail--
Heigh oh! says Tidley Pill.

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