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Ting-a-ling
by
“O! here you are,” said he, and, picking up the butterfly and wagon, he put them in his vest pocket–that is, all excepting the butterfly’s head. That remained fast to the hinge, as the Giant forgot he was tied. Then our lofty friend set off at a smart pace for the King’s castle; but notwithstanding his haste, it was dark when he reached it.
“Come now, young man,” said he, opening his purse, “wake up, and let us get to work. Where is that Prince you were talking about?”
“Well, I’m sure I don’t know,” said Ting-a-ling, rubbing his eyes. “But just put me up to that window which has the vine growing beneath it. That is the Princess’s room, and she can tell us all about it.”
So the giant took him on his finger, and put him in the window. There, in the lighted room, Ting-a-ling beheld a sight which greatly moved him. Although she had slept but little the night before, the Princess was still up, and was sitting in an easy-chair, weeping profusely. Near her stood a maid-of-honor, who continually handed her fresh handkerchiefs from a great basketful by her side. As fast as the Princess was done with one, she threw it behind her, and the great pile there showed that she must have been weeping nearly all day. Getting down upon the floor, Ting-a-ling clambered up the Princess’s dress, and reaching, at last, her ear, shouted into it,–
“Princess! Princess! Stop crying, for I’m come!”
The Princess was very much startled; but she did not, like the Giant, clap her hand to her ear, for if she had, she would have ruined the beautiful curls which stood out so nicely on each side. Ting-a-ling implored her to be quiet, and told her that the Giant had come to assist her, and that they wanted to know where the Prince was confined.
“I will tell you! I will show you!” cried the Princess quickly, and, jumping up, she ran to the window with Ting-a-ling still at her ear. “O you good giant,” she cried, “are you there? If you will take me, I will show you the tower, the cruel tower, where my Prince is confined.”
“Fear not!” said the good Giant. “Fear not I soon will release him. Let me take you in my hands, and do you show me where to go.”
“Are you sure you can hold me?” said the Princess, standing timidly upon the edge of the window.
“I guess so,” said the Giant. “Just get into my hands.”
And, taking her down gently, he set her on his arm, and then he took Ting-a-ling from her hair, and placed him on the tip of his thumb. Thus they proceeded to the Tower of Tears.
“Here is the place,” said the Princess. “Here is the horrid tower where my beloved is. Please put me down a minute, and let me cry.”
“No, no,” said the Giant; “you have done enough of that, my dear, and we have no time to spare. So, if this is your Prince’s tower, just get in at the window, and tell him to come out quickly, and I will take you both away without making any fuss.”
“That is the window–the fourth-story one. Lift me up,” said the Princess.
But though the Giant was very large, he was not quite tall enough for this feat, for they built their towers very high in those days. So, putting Ting-a-ling and the Princess into his pocket, he looked around for something to stand on. Seeing a barn near by, he picked it up, and placed it underneath the window. He put his foot on it to try if it would bear him, and, finding it would (for in those times barns were very strong), he stood upon it, and looked in the fourth-story window. Taking his little friends out of his pocket, he put them on the window-sill, where Ting-a-ling remained to see what would happen, but the Princess jumped right down on the floor. As there was a lighted candle on the table, she saw that there was some one covered up in the bed.