The Women of the Arabs by Henry Harris Jessup
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Tufts of grass upon her horn;
She'll give you both your supper, And breakfast in the morn. The little twin kids would know her voice, open the door in gladness, and eat a hearty supper, and after hearing a nice story from the Anzîyeh, (for so their mother was called), drop off to sweet sleep. Now all things went on well for some time, until one day the Ghoul neighbor being very hungry for a supper of twin kids, came to the door of the cave and tried to push it open. But it was too strong for her, so she went away in perplexity. At length she thought she would sing to them the very song, which the Nanny Goat sang to them every evening on her return, so she sang it: Hearken now Sunaisil, Come Rabab, my dear, etc., etc. and when they heard this song, they opened the door with gladness to eat their supper, when suddenly the Ghoul sprang upon them with her huge mouth open, and swallowed them both down at once. She then shut the door and fastened it as it was before, and went on her way. At evening the Nanny Goat came home with milk and grass for her twin kids' supper, and knocked at the door and sang: Hearken now Sunaisil, Come Rabab my dear, etc., etc., as usual, but no one opened the door. Then she knocked and sang again, and at length she gave up all hope of their opening the door, and butted |
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