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day the frog was very quiet, and evidently enjoyed the fare they
placed before him—+the purest milk and the finest bread they
could procure. In fact, neither the old woman nor her daughter
spared any pains to render the frog comfortable. That night,
immediately supper was finished, the frog again exclaimed,

-Go wi’ me to bed, my hinny, my heart,
Go wi’ me to bed, my own darling ;

Remember the words you spoke to me
In the meadow by the well-spring.

She again allowed the frog to share her couch, and in the morn-
ing, as soon as she was dressed, he jumped towards her, saying,

Chop off my head, my hinny, my heart,
Chop off my head, my own darling ;

_ Remember the words you spoke to me
In the meadow by the well-spring.

The maiden had no sooner accomplished this last request than
in the stead of the frog there stood by her side the handsomest
Prince in the world, who had long been transformed by a magi-
cian, and who could never have recovered his natural shape until
a beautiful virgin had consented of her own accord to make him
her bedfellow for two nights. The joy of all parties was com-
plete; the girl and the Prince were shortly afterwards married,
and lived for many years in the enjoyment of every happiness.