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128 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 1, 1899
I will kill the dragon,” said the Prince firmly, “or perish in the attempt.”
“It’s no use your perishing,” said the Princess.
“It’s the least I can do,” said the Prince.
“What I’m afraid of is that it’ll be the most you can do,” said the Princess.
Clouds are, of course, made up of meringue, with storm-clouds flavored with licorice or treacle or even cinnamon. Adults will say they’re made of evaporated water, of course, but adults are silly and never properly value sweets, so you can’t trust their opinion.
The little white Princess always woke in her little white bed when the starlings began to chatter in the pearl-grey morning. As soon as the woods were awake, she used to run up the twisting turret-stairs with her little bare feet, and stand on the top of the tower in her white bed-gown, and kiss her hands to the sun […] and say “Good morning pretty world!”
“He was a false prince, with a skin like leather, and hair like hearth-brushes, and a heart like a stone.”