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awayitflewwithhimthroughthechimneyandovertheclouds,fartherandfartheraway.Butasoftenasthebottomofthetrunkcrackedalittlehewasingreatfearlestitmightgotopieces,andthenhewouldhavethrownafinesomersault!

InthatwayhecametothelandoftheTurks.Hehidthetrunkinawoodundersomedryleaves,andthenwentintothetown.Hecoulddothatverywell,foramongtheTurksallthepeoplewentdressedlikehimselfindressing-gownandslippers.Thenhemetanursewithalittlechild.

“Here,youTurkishnurse,”hebegan,“whatkindofagreatcastleisthatclosebythetown,inwhichthewindowsaresohighup?

”

“TheredwellstheSultan'

sdaughter,”repliedshe.“Itisprophesiedthatshewillbeveryunhappyrespectingalover;

andthereforenobodymaygotoher,unlesstheSultanandSultanaaretheretoo.”

“Thankyou!

”saidthemerchant'

sson;

andhewentoutintotheforest,seatedhimselfinhistrunk,flewontheroof,andcreptthroughthewindowintothePrincess'

sroom.

Shewaslyingasleeponthesofa,andshewassobeautifulthatthemerchant'

ssonwascompelledtokissher.Thensheawoke,andwasverymuchstartled;

buthesaidhewasaTurkishangelwhohadcomedowntoherthroughtheair,andthatpleasedher.

Theysatdownsidebyside,andhetoldherstoriesabouthereyes;

hetoldhertheywerethemostgloriousdarklakes,andthatthoughtswereswimmingaboutinthemlikemermaids.Andhetoldheraboutherforehead;

thatitwasasnowymountainwiththemostsplendidhallsandpictures.Andhetoldheraboutthestorkwhobringsthelovelylittlechildren.

Yes,thosewerefinehistories!

ThenheaskedthePrincessifshewouldmarryhim,andshesaid“Yes,directly.”

“ButyoumustcomehereonSaturday,”saidshe,“ThentheSultanandtheSultanawillbeheretotea.TheywillbeveryproudthatIamtomarryaTurkishangel.Buttakecarethatyouknowaveryprettystory,forbothmyparentsareveryfondindeedofstories.Mymotherlikesthemhigh-flownandmoral,butmyfatherlikesthemmerry,sothatonecanlaugh.”

“Yes,Ishallbringnomarriagegiftbutastory,”saidhe;

andsotheyparted.ButthePrincessgavehimasabre,thesheathembroideredwithgoldpieces,andthatwasveryusefultohim.

Nowheflewaway,boughtanewdressing-gown,andsatintheforestandmadeupastory;

itwastobereadybySaturday,andthatwasnotaneasything.

BythetimehehadfinisheditSaturdayhadcome.TheSultanandhiswifeandallthecourtwereatthePrincess'

stotea.Hewasreceivedverygraciously.

“Willyoutellusastory?

”saidtheSultana;

“onethatisdeepandedifying.”

“Yes,butonethatwecanlaughat,”saidtheSultan.

“Certainly,”hereplied;

andbegan.Andnowlistenwell.

“TherewasonceabundleofMatches,andtheseMatcheswereparticularlyproudoftheirhighdescent.Theirgenealogicaltree,thatistosay,thegreatfirtreeofwhicheachofthemwasalittlesplinter,hadbeenagreatoldtreeoutintheforest.TheMatchesnowlaybetweenaTinder-BoxandanoldironPot;

andtheyweretellingaboutthedaysoftheiryouth.

“Yes,whenwewereuponthegreenboughs,”theysaid,“thenwereallywereuponthegreenboughs!

Everymorningandeveningtherewasdiamondteaforus,Imeandew;

wehadsunshinealldaylongwheneverthesunshone,andallthelittlebirdshadtotellstories.Wecouldseeverywellthatwewererich,fortheothertreeswereonlydressedoutinsummer,whileourfamilyhadthemeanstoweargreendressesinthewinteraswell.Butthenthewoodcuttercame,likeagreatrevolution,andourfamilywasbrokenup.Theheadofthefamilygotanappointmentasmainmastinafirst-rateship,whichcouldsailroundtheworldifnecessary;

theotherbrancheswenttootherplaces,andnowwehavetheofficeofkindlingalightforthevulgarherd.That'

showwegrandpeoplecametobeinthekitchen.”

“Myfatewasofadifferentkind,”saidtheironPotwhichstoodnexttotheMatches.“Fromthebeginning,eversinceIcameintotheworld,therehasbeenagreatdealofscouringandcookingdoneinme.Ilookafterthepracticalpart,andamthefirsthereinthehouse.Myonlypleasureistositinmyplaceafterdinner,verycleanandneat,andtocarryonasensibleconversationwithmycomrades.ButexcepttheWaterPot,whichsometimesistakendownintothecourtyard,wealwayslivewithinourfourwalls.OuronlynewsmongeristheMarketBasket;

buthespeaksveryuneasilyaboutthegovernmentandthepeople.Yes,theotherdaytherewasanoldpotthatfelldownfromfright,andburst.He'

sliberal,Icantellyou!

”“Nowyou'

retalkingtoomuch,”theTinder-Boxinterrupted,andthesteelstruckagainsttheflint,sothatsparksflewout.“Shallwenothaveamerryevening?

“Yes,letustalkaboutwhoisthegrandest,”saidtheMatches.

“No,Idon'

tliketotalkaboutmyself,”retortedthePot.“Letusgetupaneveningentertainment.Iwillbegin.Iwilltellastoryfromreallife,somethingthateveryonehasexperienced,sothatwecaneasilyimaginethesituation,andtakepleasureinit.OntheBaltic,bytheDanishbeech-trees----”

“That'

saprettybeginning!

”criedallthePlates.

“Thatwillbeastoryweshalllike.”

“Yes,thereIspentmyyouthinaquietfamilywherethefurniturewaspolished,andthefloorsscoured,andnewcurtainswereputupeveryfortnight.”

“Whataninterestingwayyouhaveoftellingastory!

”saidtheCarpetBroom.“Onecantelldirectlythatthenarratorisawoman.There'

ssomethingpurerunsthroughit.”

“Yes,onefeelsthat,”saidtheWaterPot,andoutofdelightitgavealittlehop,sothattherewasasplashonthefloor.

AndthePotwentontellingherstory,andtheendwasasgoodasthebeginning.

AllthePlatesrattledwithjoy,andtheCarpetBroombroughtsomegreenparsleyoutofthedusthole,andputitlikeawreathonthePot,forheknewthatitwouldvextheothers.“IfIcrownhertoday,”itthought,“shewillcrownmetomorrow.?

“NowI'

lldance,”saidtheFireTongs,andshedanced.Preserveus!

howthatimplementcouldliftuponeleg!

TheoldChairCushionbursttoseeit.“ShallIbecrownedtoo?

”thoughttheTongs;

andindeedawreathwasawarded.

“They'

reonlycommonpeople,afterall!

”thoughttheMatches.

NowtheTeaUrnwastosing;

butshesaidshehadtakencold,andcouldnotsingunlessshefeltboilingwithin.Butthatwasonlyaffectation;

shedidnotwanttosing,exceptwhenshewasintheparlourwiththegrandpeople,

“InthewindowsatanoldQuillPen,withwhichthemaidgenerallywrote:

therewasnothingremarkableaboutthisPen,exceptthatithadbeendippedtoodeepintotheink,butshewasproudofthat.‘IftheTeaUrnwon'

tsing,’shesaid,‘shemayleaveitalone.Outsidehangsanightingaleinacage,andhecansing,Hehasn'

thadanyeducation,butthiseveningwe'

llsaynothingaboutthat.’'

‘Ithinkitverywrong,’saidtheTeaKettle----hewasthekitchensinger,andhalf-brothertotheTeaUrn----“thatthatrichandforeignbirdshouldbelistenedto!

Isthatpatriotic?

LettheMarketBasketdecide.”

“Iamvexed,”saidtheMarketBasket.“NoonecanimaginehowmuchIamsecretlyvexed.Isthataproperwayofspendingtheevening?

Woulditnotbemoresensibletoputthehouseinorder?

Leteachonegotohisownplace,andIwouldarrangethewholegame.Thatwouldbequiteanotherthing.”

“Yes,letusmakeadisturbance,”criedtheyall.Thenthedooropened,andthemaidcamein,andtheyallstoodstill;

notonestirred.Buttherewasnotonepotamongthemwhodidnotknowwhathecoulddo,andhowgrandhewas.“Yes,ifIhadliked,”eachonethought,“itmighthavebeenaverymerryevening.”

“TheservantgirltooktheMatchesandlightedthefirewiththem.Mercy!

howtheysputteredandburstoutintoflame!

“Noweveryonecansee,”thoughtthey,“thatwearethefirst.Howweshine!

whatalight!

”----andtheyburnedout.”

“Thatwasacapitalstory,”saidtheSultana.“Ifeelmyselfquitecarriedawaytothekitchen,totheMatches.Yes,nowthoushaltmarryourdaughter.”

“Yes,certainly,”saidtheSultan,“thoushaltmarryourdaughteronMonday.”

Andtheycalledhimthou,becausehewastobelongtothefamily.

Theweddingwasdecidedon,andontheeveningbeforeitthewholecitywasilluminated.Biscuitsandcakeswerethrownamongthepeople,thestreetboysstoodontheirtoes,calledout“Hurrah!

”andwhistledontheirfingers.Itwasuncommonlysplendid.

“Yes,Ishallhavetogivesomethingasatreat,”thoughtthem