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Updated: May 1, 2025
As long as you do that, no evil can come to her; so guard this treasure as the apple of your eye, and teach your daughter to do so likewise. Then, kissing the baby three times, she mounted her coach and drove away. The children throve well, and Dotterine's nurse loved her as if she were the baby's real mother.
For weeks all the mothers and all the daughters in the land were busy preparing beautiful dresses and trying new ways of putting up their hair, and the three lovely daughters of Dotterine's mistress were as much excited as the rest.
On Dotterine's tenth birthday her nurse handed her over the cradle, and repeated to her her mother's dying words; but the child was too young to understand the value of such a gift, and at first thought little about it. Two more years slipped by, when one day during the king's absence the stepmother found Dotterine sitting under a lime tree.
She hated her step-children, and the king, seeing this, kept them out of the way, under the care of Dotterine's old nurse. But if they ever strayed across the path of the queen, she would kick them out of her sight like dogs.
Then the mist suddenly grew bright, and Dotterine's godmother was seen standing there. 'This, she said, turning to the king, 'is the girl whom you have always believed to be your sister, and who vanished during the siege. She is not your sister at all, but the daughter of the king of a neighbouring country, who was given to your mother to bring up, to save her from the hands of a wizard.
Then she vanished, and was never seen again, nor the wonder-working basket either; but now that Dotterine's troubles were over she could get on without them, and she and the young king lived happily together till the end of their days. Once upon a time what happened did happen, and if it had not happened this story would never have been told.
Very much disappointed, she lifted the wool, and there lay the goose's wing. 'What old rubbish, said the child to herself, and, turning, threw the wing out of the open window. In a moment a beautiful lady stood beside her. 'Do not be afraid, said the lady, stroking Dotterine's head. 'I am your godmother, and have come to pay you a visit. Your red eyes tell me that you are unhappy.
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