Red Cap Tales, Stolen from the Treasure Chest ord of the North

So I told them these stories—and others—to lure them to the printed book, much as carrots are dangled before the nose of the reluctant donkey. They are four average intelligent children enough, but they hold severely modern views upon storybooks. Waverley, in especial, they could not away with. They found themselves stuck upon the very threshold.Now, since the first telling of these Red Cap Tales,...