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 THE GIRL WITHOUT ARMS:

The old adage, “Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely” can refer to the poor as well as the rich. A poor broom-seller, marries a wealthy man and becomes cruel and consumed by hate. She wrecks the life of his sister, her kind and generous benefactor, and consequently ruins her own and her husband’s. However, magic, virtue, and intelligence triumph in the end.

A widower, about to die, called to his bedside his two children, a boy and a girl. "Listen carefully," he said, "I'm going to die soon but I want you to live happily even when I'm gone. The children wept at the bad news for they loved their father very much. "For your inheritance," he continued, "I leave you three things, a valuable pearl necklace which belonged to your mother, a fine horse in the stable, and a dog to guard the house. Remember, you must take care of them, for without them you will have nothing but misfortune.

A few days later he died, and was buried with honors. The brother conducted his business, his sister took care of the house, and they lived in peace and harmony with each other. One day, as she prepared dinner in the kitchen there came a knock on the door. When she opened it, there stood a little girl selling brooms. Feeling sorry for her, the sister asked her in. 'You're such a little girl," she said, "Why do you sell brooms?" "Please, kind lady," said the girl, "I have no mother or father, nor any friends. I live with my aunt who is very poor, and needs the money I earn. "Wouldn't you be better off if you lived with me?" asked the sister, putting her arm around the girl's shoulders. "You could help me with the housework, and I would have company. I live with my brother, but he is away all day long, and I often feel lonely. Besides, you would be like a member of the family, eat what we eat, and dress as I dress."

When she told the aunt about her good fortune, she wished her well. Life in the new house was exactly as the sister had promised: She ate what they ate, and dressed as she dressed, and was always treated with affection and respect, like a member of the family.

The years went by slowly, until one day, the sister advised her brother, “Our father wanted us to stay together, but you’re grown up now. It's time for you to have a wife and a family. Why don't you marry the girl? She is pretty, very agreeable, and a hard worker." “I agree with you," said the young man, "but I really wanted you to marry first. Since that cannot be, I will bow to your wishes."



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