I'll take you up, I’ll carry you home,
I’ll put a safeguard over you;

Your slippers shall be of Spanish leather,
And silken stockings all of blue.

And last of all she sang—

Green gravel! Green gravel!
The grass is So green,

The fairest young damsel
That ever was seen.

O Beauty! O Beauty!
Your true love is dead,

He sends you a letter
To turn round your head.

Then Beauty was tired of singing and playing, and
she went into the next room, which was a library,
and it was full of books. She pulled down several
and looked at them, and thought that surely it
would take her all her life to read the books she
saw there.

Then she walked in the garden, and wondrous
were the flowers and the fruit there. Never had
she seen so many and such beautiful flowers ; never
had she tasted such delicious fruit.

At last day declined, and she came indoors. A bril-
liant light illumined all the rooms; she found supper
prepared for her, and she seated herself to eat.
Then she heard, tramp, tramp! stump, stump!
and in came the Beast.

He asked her if she thought she could be happy in
his palace; and Beauty answered, that everything
was so beautiful that she would be very hard to
please if she could not be happy. Then he asked
if he might sit down and eat his meal with her.
‘Oh! what shall I say?’ cried Beauty, for she knew
that she could not eat in comfort, with him munch-
ing crystallised rose-leaves and violets out of a
bon-bon box on the other side of the table.

gI

BEAUTY
AND THE
BEAST