head,--which was not in its place, for she had no business there.

"Somebody has been lying in my bed,--and here she is!"

said the Little, Small, Wee Bear, in his little, small, wee voice.

The little old Woman had heard in her sleep the great, rough, gruff
voice of the Great, Huge Bear; but she was so fast asleep that it was
no more to her than the roaring of wind, or the rumbling of thunder.
And she had heard the middle voice, of the Middle Bear, but it was
only as if she had heard some one speaking in a dream. But when she
heard the little, small, wee voice of the Little, Small, Wee Bear, it
was so sharp, and so shrill, that it awakened her at once. Up she
started; and when she saw the Three Bears on one side of the bed, she
tumbled herself out at the other, and ran to the window. Now the
window was open, because the Bears, like good, tidy Bears, as they
were, always opened their bedchamber window when they got up in the
morning. Out the little old Woman jumped; and whether she broke her
neck in the fall; or ran into the wood and was lost there; or found
her way out of the wood, and was taken up by the constable and sent to
the House of Correction for a vagrant as she was, I cannot tell. But
the Three Bears never saw anything more of her.



JACK THE GIANT-KILLER

When good King Arthur reigned, there lived near the Land's End of
England, in the county of Cornwall, a farmer who had one only son
called Jack. He was brisk and of a ready lively wit, so that nobody or