THE PRINCESS AND THE PEA
    
    
        ONCE upon a time there was a prince who wanted to marry a
    princess; but she would have to be a real princess. He
    travelled all over the world to find one, but nowhere could he
    get what he wanted. There were princesses enough, but it was
    difficult to find out whether they were real ones. There was
    always something about them that was not as it should be. So
    he came home again and was sad, for he would have liked very
    much to have a real princess.
    
        One evening a terrible storm came on; there was thunder
    and lightning, and the rain poured down in torrents. Suddenly
    a knocking was heard at the city gate, and the old king went
    to open it.
    
        It was a princess standing out there in front of the gate.
    But, good gracious! what a sight the rain and the wind had
    made her look. The water ran down from her hair and clothes;
    it ran down into the toes of her shoes and out again at the
    heels. And yet she said that she was a real princess.
    
        "Well, we'll soon find that out," thought the old queen.
    But she said nothing, went into the bed-room, took all the
    bedding off the bedstead, and laid a pea on the bottom; then
    she took twenty mattresses and laid them on the pea, and then
    twenty eider-down beds on top of the mattresses.
    
        On this the princess had to lie all night. In the morning
    she was asked how she had slept.
    
        "Oh, very badly!" said she. "I have scarcely closed my
    eyes all night. Heaven only knows what was in the bed, but I
    was lying on something hard, so that I am black and blue all
    over my body. It's horrible!"
    
        Now they knew that she was a real princess because she had
    felt the pea right through the twenty mattresses and the
    twenty eider-down beds.
    
        Nobody but a real princess could be as sensitive as that.
    
        So the prince took her for his wife, for now he knew that
    he had a real princess; and the pea was put in the museum,
    where it may still be seen, if no one has stolen it.
    
        There, that is a true story.
    
    
                                THE END
    


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