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The Hair Tree

“Yes,” she said, shaking it around her. “I’ve more than any other lady in the land.”

“Then you've enough to give me a little,” said the bird. “I can’t find anything soft to line my nest with, and some of your hair would do nicely.”

“My hair!” cried the Queen, staring at the bird in astonishment; “my beautiful hair to line your common nest with! You must be mad. Do you know that I’m the Queen, and that I value my hair more than anything on earth?”

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