East of the Sun and West of the MoonOnce upon a time there was a poor husbandman who had many
children and little to give them in the way either of food or
clothing. They were all pretty, but the prettiest of all was
the youngest daughter, who was so beautiful that there were no
bounds to her beauty.
So once— it was late on a Thursday evening in autumn, and wild
weather outside, terribly dark, and raining so heavily and blowing
so hard that the walls of the cottage shook again— they were all
sitting together by the fireside, each of them busy with something
or other, when suddenly some one rapped three times against the
window-pane. The man went out to see what could be the
matter, and when he got out there stood a great big white bear.
“Good-evening to you,” said the White B
