SHE WAS GOOD FOR NOTHING.
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EVERYTHING IN ITS RIGHT PLACE.
More than a hundred years ago, behind the wood, and by a deep lake,
stood an old baronial mansion. Round it lay a deep moat, in which grew
reeds and rushes, and close by the bridge, near the entrance-gate, stood an
old willow-tree, that bent itself over the moat.
From a narrow pass, one day sounded the clang of horns and the trampling of horses, therefore the little girl who kept the geese hastened to drive them away from the bridge, before the hunting party came galloping up to it. They came, however, with such haste that the girl was obliged to climb up and seat herself on the parapet of the bridge, lest they should ride over
