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A long time ago and far away, there lived a merchant and his three daughters. The older girls were proud, while the youngest girl was generous and kind.
One day, the merchant heard that all his ships had been lost in a storm. He was penniless and would have to move to a tiny cottage on the edge of the woods.
"Everything will be alright," said the youngest daughter, Beauty,. "We can all help. We don't need any servants as the house is so small."
The merchant was very grateful to Beauty. The older girls were very upset, and were no help at all.
In no time at all, Beauty had the little cottage spick and span.
One day, a messenger arrived.
"I have good news," he said to the merchant. "One of your ships has made harbour. You are needed to oversee matters in the unloading."
"Oh, good news indeed!" said the merchant. He called his daughters around him. they were delighted when they heard the news.
"Does this mean that we can move back home?" asked the oldest daughter.
"First things first," said her father. "If there is a profit, I'll bring you all back a present. You must tell me what you would like."
"Oh, a beautiful dress, father," cried the first.
"A new hat, father," said the second.
"What about you, Beauty?" asked the merchant.
Beauty simply said," A red rose please, father."
The merchant set out that very day for the town with the messenger. He completed his business, and found that he had indeed made a profit. There was enough to buy his daughters' presents and some to invest. The dress and hat were soon bought, but there were no roses to be had in the town.
It was evening when he set out for home.
"Maybe I'll be able to find one on the way home," he said to himself.
He was still far from home when it started to grow dark. He was in an unfamiliar part of the forest, and knew that he would soon be lost if he did not find somewhere for the night. He suddenly saw some lights and soon found himself outside a vast mansion.
"I did not know that this was here," said the merchant. "I must really be lost!"
The merchant went into the house as the front door was open. He looked around, but there was nobody to be seen. He suddenly sniffed the air. He could smell delicious food. A table in the dining room was laid for one, so he sat and ate a hearty supper.
He suddenly remembered his horse, and went to stable it for the night, but it had already been done, and the horse was tucking into a bag of oats.
'How strange,' thought the merchant, returning to the house. There, a bedroom had been prepared for him. He slept well, and in the morning, found all his clothes had been cleaned, breakfast was ready and his horse was saddled.
At the front door, he turned to thank his unseen host, but then he saw the garden. I was full of roses - roses of every different colour.
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