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INTRODUCTION By KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN eee was once a green book, deliciously thick, with gilt-edged pages and the name of the author in gilt script on the front cover. Like an antique posy ring, it was a “box of jewels, shop of rarities’’; it was a veritable Pandora’s box, and if you laid warm, childish hands upon it and held it pressed close to your ear, you could hear, as Pandora did, soft rustlings, murmurings, flutterings, and whisperings from the fairy folk within. For this was a fairy book—Edouard Laboulaye’s “Tales,” and its heroes and heroines became first the daily companions, and then the lifetime possession, of the two little girls to whom it belonged. From the New England village where it was originally given to them, it traveled to the far West and its tales were told to countless immigrant children of San Francisco, whose great eyes opened wider still as they listened, breathless, to stories beloved by their ancestors. In later years the green volume journeyed by clumsy, rattling stage and rawboned nags to Mexico, and the extraordinary adventures of “Yvon 1x
