"Ah," said the sly fox, "I'll soon bring you down." And he began to whirl around and around and around, faster and faster and faster, after his big, bushy tail.

The little red hen looked at him till she got so dizzy that she fell off the beam to the floor. The fox caught her and put her into his bag and started straight for home.

Up the wood and down the wood he went with the little red hen shut tight in the bag. She thought it was all over with her.

After a while the fox lay down to rest. Then she came to her wits, and put her hand into her pocket and took out a bright little pair of scissors. With them she snipped a hole in the bag. She leaped out and picked up a big stone and dropped it into the

bag and ran home as fast as her legs could carry her.

The fox waked up and started again with his bag over his shoulders. "How heavy the little red hen is," he said, "that I am to have for my supper."

His mother was standing at the door of his den waiting for him. "Mother," he said, "have you the pot boiling?" "Yes, to be sure!" said she, "and have you the little red hen?"

"Yes, here in my bag. Lift the lid, and let me put her in," said the fox.

The fox untied the bag and held it over the boiling water and shook it. The heavy stone fell into the water with a splash which went up over the fox and his mother and scalded them. And the little red hen lived safe in her house in the wood.

THE STORY OF THE THREE

LITTLE PIGS

THERE HERE was an old sow with three little pigs, and as she had not enough to keep them she sent them out to seek their fortunes. The first that went off met a man with a bundle of straw and said to him: "Please, man, give me that straw to build me a house."

Which the man did, and the little pig built a house with it.

Presently a wolf came along and knocked at the door of the little house,

"Little pig, little pig, let me come in." To which the pig replied:

No, no, by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin."

The wolf then answered: "Then I'll

huff, and I'll puff,

and I'll blow your

house in."

So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew the house in, and ate up the poor little pig. The second little pig

met a man with a bundle

of furze, and said: "Please,

man, give me that furze to build a house."

Which the man did, and the pig built his house with it.

Then along came the wolf, and said: "Little pig, little pig, let me come in."

"No, no, by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin," said the pig.

"Then I'll puff, and I'll huff, and I'll blow your house in."

So he huffed, and he puffed, and he blew the house in, and ate up the poor little pig.

The third little pig met a man with a load of bricks, and he said: "Please, man, give me those bricks to build a house with."

So the man gave him the bricks, and he built his house with them, and