Once upon a time, there was an old poet -- one of those good, honest old poets.

There once was a woman who wanted very much to have a tiny little child, but she did not know where to find one.

"My poor flowers are quite dead," said little Ida.

Once there was a prince who wanted to marry a princess.

In a village there lived two men who had the self-same name.

There came a soldier marching down the high road -- one, two! one, two!

There was sputtering and sizzling as the flames played under the pan.