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Now it began to rain. The drops chased one another. It
was a regular shower. When that was over, two street boy's
came along
“Hallo! ” said one, « There's a tin soldier. He must be off
and sail. ”
Then they made a boat out of a newspaper, put the tin sol.
dier in it, and made him sail down the gutter. Both boys ran
beside it, and clapped their hands. Preserve us! What waves
there were in the gutter, and what a current! It must have
rained torrents. The paper boat rocked up and down, and some-
times it whirled around so that the tin soldier shivered. But he
remained steadfast, did not lose color, looked straight ahead and
held his musket firm.
All at once the boat plunged under a long gutter-bridge. It
was as dark there as it had been in his box.
"Where am I going now? ” thought he. “Yes, yes, that is
the Troll's fault. Oh! if the little lady were only in the boat, I
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At that instant there came a great water-rat who lived under
the gutter-bridge.
Have you a pass ? ” said the rat. « Show me your pass. ”
But the tin soldier kept still, and only held his musket the
firmer. The boat rushed on, and the rat behind. Oh! how he
gnashed his teeth, and called to the sticks and straws:-
"Stop him! Stop him! He has not paid toll. He has showed
no pass. ”
But the current got stronger and stronger. Before he got to
the end of the bridge the tin soldier could see daylight, but he
heard also a rushing noise that might frighten a brave man's
heart. Just think! at the end of the bridge the gutter emptied
into a great canal, which for him was as dangerous as for us to
sail down a great waterfall.
He was so near it already that he could not stop. The boat
went down. The poor tin soldier held himself as straight as he
could. No one should say of him that he had ever blinked his
eyes. The boat whirled three or four times and filled with
water. It had to sink. The tin soldier stood up to his neck in
water, and deeper, deeper sank the boat. The paper grew
weaker and weaker. Now the waves went over the soldier's
head. Then he thought of the pretty little dancer whom he
never was to see again, and there rang in the tin soldier's
ears:
«Farewell, warrior! farewell!
Death shalt thou suffer. ”
Now the paper burst in two, and the tin soldier fell through,
— but in that minute he was swallowed by a big fish.
Oh! wasn't it dark in there. It was worse even than under
the gutter-bridge, and besides, so cramped. But the tin soldier
was steadfast, and lay at full length, musket in hand.
The fish rushed around and made the most fearful jumps.
At last he was quite still, and something went through him like
a lightning flash. Then a bright light rushed in, and somebody
called aloud, « The tin soldier ! » The fish had been caught,
brought to market, sold, and been taken to the kitchen, where
the maid had slit it up with a big knife. She caught the soldier
around the body and carried him into the parlor, where everybody
wanted to see such a remarkable man who had traveled about
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put him on the table, and there — well! what strange things do
happen in the world — the tin soldier was in the very same room
that he had been in before. He saw the same children, and the
same playthings were on the table, the splendid castle with the
pretty little dancer; she was still standing on one leg, and had
the other high in the air. She was steadfast, too.
. That touched
the tin soldier so that he could almost have wept tin tears, but
that would not have been proper. He looked at her and she
looked at him, but they said nothing at all.
Suddenly one of the little boys seized the tin soldier and
threw him right into the tile-stove, although he had no reason
to. It was surely the Troll in the box who was to blame.
The tin soldier stood in full light and felt a fearful heat; but
whether that came from the real fire, or from his glowing love,
he could not tell. All the color had faded from him; but
whether this had happened on the journey, or whether it came
from care, no one could say. He looked at the little girl and
she looked at him. He felt that he was melting, but still he
stood steadfast, musket in hand. Then a door opened. A whiff
of air caught the dancer, and she flew like a sylph right into the
tile-stove to the tin soldier, blazed up in flame, and was gone.
Then the tin soldier melted to a lump, and when the maid next
day took out the ashes, she found him as a little tin heart. But
of the dancer only the star was left, and that was burnt coal-
black.
TI
THE TEAPOT
From “Riverside Literature Series': copyright 1891, by Houghton, Mifflin & Co.
HERE was a proud Teapot, proud of being porcelain, proud of
its long spout, proud of its broad handle. It had something
before and behind — the spout before, the handle behind
and that was what it talked about. But it did not talk of its
lid — that was cracked, it was riveted, it had faults; and one does
not talk about one's faults- there are plenty of others to do
that. The cups, the cream-pot, the sugar-bowl, the whole tea-
service would be reminded much more of the lid's weakness, and
talk about that, than of the sound handle and the remarkable
spout. The Teapot knew it.
"I know you,” it said within itself, "I know well enough,
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cil.
In my
>
seen my humility, my modesty. We all have faults, but then
one also has a talent. The cups get a handle, the sugar-bowl a
lid; I get both, and one thing besides in front which they never
got, - I get a spout, and that makes me
a queen on the tea-
table. The sugar-bowl and cream-pot are good-looking serving
maids; but I am the one who gives, yes, the one high in coun-
I spread abroad a blessing among thirsty mankind.
insides the Chinese leaves are worked up in the boiling, taste-
less water. ”
All this said the Teapot in its fresh young life. It stood on
the table that was spread for tea, it was lifted by a very delicate
hand; but the very delicate hand was awkward, the Teapot fell.
The spout snapped off, the handle snapped off; the lid was no
worse to speak of — the worst had been spoken of that. The
Teapot lay in a swoon on the floor, while the boiling water ran
out of it. It was a horrid shame, but the worst was that they
jeered at it; they jeered at it, and not at the awkward hand.
"I never shall lose the memory of that! ” said the Teapot,
when it afterward talked to itself of the course of its life. “I
was called an invalid, and placed in a corner, and the day after
was given away to a woman who begged victuals. I fell into
poverty, and stood dumb both outside and in; but there, as I
stood, began my better life. One is one thing and becomes quite
another. Earth was placed in me: for a Teapot that is the same
as being buried, but in the earth was placed a flower bulb. Who
placed it there, who gave it, I know not; given it was, and it
took the place of the Chinese leaves and the boiling water, the
broken handle and spout. And the bulb lay in the earth, the
bulb lay in me, it became my heart, my living heart, such as I
never before had. There was life in me, power and might. My
pulses beat, the bulb put forth sprouts, it was the springing up
of thoughts and feelings; they burst forth in flower. I saw it, I
bore it, I forgot myself in its delight. Blessed is it to forget
one's self in another. The bulb gave me no thanks, it did not
think of me - it was admired and praised.
So glad at
that: how happy must it have been! One day I heard it said
that it ought to have a better pot. I was thumped on my
back that was rather hard to bear; but the flower was put in a
better pot — and I was thrown away in the yard, where I lie as
an old crock. But I have the memory: that I can never lose. ”
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THE UGLY DUCKLING
From (Riverside Literature Series): copyright 1891, by Houghton, Miffin & Co.
I — THE DUCKLING IS BORN
1
T WAS glorious in the country. It was summer; the cornfields
were yellow, the oats were green, the hay had been put up
in stacks in the green meadows; and the stork went about
on his long red legs, and chattered Egyptian, for this was the
language he had learned from his mother. All around the fields
and meadows were great woods, and in the midst of these woods
deep lakes. Yes, it was right glorious in the country.
In the midst of the sunshine there lay an old farm, with deep
canals about it; and from the wall down to the water grew great
burdocks, so high that little children could stand upright under
the tallest of them. It was just as wild there as in the deepest
wood, and here sat a Duck upon her nest. She had to hatch her
ducklings, but she was almost tired out before the little ones
came; and she seldom had visitors. The other ducks liked better
to swim about in the canals than to run up to sit under a bur-
dock and gabble with her.
At last one egg-shell after another burst open. “Pip! pip! "
each cried, and in all the eggs there were little things that stuck
out their heads.
Quack! quack! ” said the Duck, and they all came quacking
out as fast as they could, looking all around them under the
green leaves; and the mother let them look as much as they
liked, for green is good for the eye.
«How wide the world is! ” said all the young ones; for they
certainly had much more room now than when they were inside
the eggs.
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I am
“D'ye think this is all the world ? ” said the mother.
stretches far across the other side of the garden, quite into the
parson's field; but I have never been there yet. I hope you are
all together, and she stood up. “No, I have not all. The
largest egg still lies there. How long is that to last ?
really tired of it. ” And so she sat down again.
“Well, how goes it ? ” asked an old Duck who had come to
pay her a visit.
"It lasts a long time with this one egg,” said the Duck who
sat there.
“It will not open.
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use.
They are the prettiest little ducks I ever saw. They are all like
their father: the rogue, he never comes to see me. ”
"Let me see the egg which will not burst," said the old Duck.
“You may be sure it is a turkey's egg. I was once cheated in
that way, and had much care and trouble with the young ones,
for they are afraid of the water. Must I say it to you? I could
not make them go in. I quacked, and I clacked, but it was no
Let me see the egg. Yes, that's a turkey's egg. Let it lie
there, and do you teach the other children to swim. ”
"I think I will sit on it a little longer,” said the Duck. I've
sat so long now that I can sit a few days more. ”
"Just as you please,” said the old Duck; and she went away.
At last the great egg burst. "Pip! pip! ” said the little one,
and crept forth. He was so big and ugly. The Duck looked at
him.
"It's a very large Duckling,” said she. “None of the others
looks like that: it really must be a turkey chick! Well, we shall
soon find out.
Into the water shall he go, even if I have to
push him in. ”
II - HOW THE DUCKLING WAS TREATED AT HOME
The next day it was bright, beautiful weather; the sun shone
on all the green burdocks. The Mother-Duck, with all her family,
went down to the canal. Splash! she jumped into the water.
“Quack! quack! ” she said, and one duckling after another plumped
in. The water closed over their heads, but they came up in an
instant, and swam off finely; their legs went of themselves, and
they were all in the water; even the ugly gray Duckling swam
with them.
“No, it's not a turkey,” said she: “look how well he uses his
legs, how straight he holds himself. It is my own child! On the
whole he's quite pretty, when one looks at him rightly. Quack!
quack! come now with me, and I'll lead you out into the world,
and present you in the duck-yard; but keep close to me all the
time, so that no one may tread on you, and look out for the cats. ”
And so they came into the duck-yard. There was a terrible
row going on in there, for two families were fighting about an
eel's head, and so the cat got it.
See, that's the way it goes in the world! ” said the Mother-
Duck; and she whetted her beak, for she too wanted the eel's
head. '
"Only use your legs,” she said. «See that you can bustle
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about, and bend your necks before the old Duck yonder. She's
the grandest of all here; she's of Spanish blood -- that's why
she's so fat; and do you see? she has a red rag around her leg;
that's something very, very fine, and the greatest mark of honor
a duck can have: it means that one does not want to lose her,
and that she's known by the animals and by men too. Hurry!
hurry! - don't turn in your toes, a well brought-up duck turns
it's toes quite out, just like father and mother,--so! Now bend
your necks and say “Quack! »»
And they did so; but the other ducks round about looked at
them, and said quite boldly,– "Look there! now we're to have
this crowd too!
as if there were not enough of us already! And
-- fie! -how that Duckling yonder looks: we won't stand that!
And at once one Duck flew at him, and bit him in the neck.
“Let him alone,” said the mother: "he is not doing anything
to any one. ”
“Yes, but he's too large and odd,” said the Duck who had
bitten him, “and so he must be put down.
« Those are pretty children the mother has," said the old Duck
with the rag round her leg. “They're all pretty but that one;
that is rather unlucky. I wish she could have that one over again. ”
“That cannot be done, my lady,” said the Mother-Duck. "He
is not pretty, but he has a really good temper, and swims as well
as any of the others; yes, I may even say it, a little better. I
think he will grow up pretty, perhaps in time he will grow a lit-
tle smaller; he lay too long in the egg, and therefore he has not
quite the right shape. ” And she pinched him in the neck, and
smoothed his feathers. "Besides, he is a drake,” she said, "and
so it does not matter much. I think he will be very strong: he
makes his way already. ”
« The other ducklings are graceful enough,” said the old Duck.
“Make yourself at home; and if you find an eel's head, you may
bring it to me. ”
And now they were at home. But the poor Duckling who
had crept last out of the egg, and looked so ugly, was bitten
and pushed and made fun of, as much by the ducks as by the
chickens.
“ He is too big! ” they all said. And the turkey-cock, who
had been born with spurs, and so thought he was an emperor,
blew himself up, like a ship in full sail, and bore straight down
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poor Duckling did not know where he dared stand or walk; he
was quite unhappy because he looked ugly, and was the sport of
the whole duck-yard.
So it went on the first day; and then it grew worse and
worse. The poor Duckling was hunted about by every one; even
his brothers and sisters were quite angry with him, and said,
“If the cat would only catch you, you ugly creature! ” And the
ducks bit him, and the chickens beat him, and the girl who had
to feed the poultry kicked at him with her foot.
III - OUT ON THE MOOR
Then he ran and flew over the fence, and the little birds in
the bushes flew up in fear.
“That is because I am so ugly! ” thought the Duckling; and
he shut his eyes, but flew on further; and so he came out into
the great moor, where the wild ducks lived. Here he lay the
whole night long, he was so tired and sad.
Toward morning the wild ducks flew up, and looked at their
new mate.
"What sort of a one are you? ” they asked; and the Duckling
turned about to each, and bowed as well as he could. “You are
really very ugly! ” said the Wild Ducks. “But that is all the
same to us, so long as you do not marry into our family. ”
Poor thing! he certainly did not think of marrying, and only
dared ask leave to lie among the reeds and drink some of the
swamp water.
There he lay two whole days; then came thither two wild
geese, or, more truly, two wild ganders. It was not long since
each had crept out of an egg, and that's why they were so saucy.
“Listen, comrade,” said one of them. “You're so ugly that I
like you. Will you go with us, and become a bird of passage ?
Near here is another moor, where are a few sweet lovely wild
geese, all unmarried, and all able to say Quack! You've a
chance of making your fortune, ugly as you are. ”
“Piff! paff! ” sounded through the air; and both the ganders
fell down dead in the reeds, and the water became blood-red.
Piff! paff! ” it sounded again, and the whole flock of wild geese
flew up from the reeds. And then there was another report. A
great hunt was going on. The gunners lay around in the moor,
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which spread far over the reeds. The blue smoke rose like
clouds in among the dark trees, and hung over the water; and
the hunting dogs came-splash, splash! - into the mud, and the
rushes and reeds bent down on every side. That was a fright
for the poor Duckling! He turned his head to put it under his
wing; and at that very moment a frightful great dog stood close
by the Duckling. His tongue hung far out of his mouth, and
his eyes glared horribly. He put his nose close to the Duckling,
showed his sharp teeth, and-splash, splash! - on he went with-
out seizing it.
“Oh, Heaven be thanked! ” sighed the Duckling. “I am so
ugly that even the dog does not like to bite me! ”
And so he lay quite quiet, while the shots rattled through the
reeds and gun after gun was fired. At last, late in the day, all
was still: but the poor little thing did not dare to rise up; he
waited several hours still before he looked around, and then hur-
ried away out of the moor as fast as he could. He ran on over
field and meadow; there was a storm, so that he had hard work
to get away.
IV — IN THE PEASANT'S HUT
Towards evening the Duckling came to a peasant's poor little
hut: it was so tumbled down that it did not itself know on
which side it should fall; and that's why it stood up. The storm
whistled around the Duckling in such a way that he had to sit
down to keep from blowing away; and the wind blew worse and
worse. Then he noticed that one of the hinges of the door
had given way, and the door hung so slanting that he could slip
through the crack into the room; and that is what he did.
Here lived an old woman, with her Cat and her Hen. And
the Cat, whom she called Sonnie, could arch his back and purr;
he could even give out sparks - but for that, one had to stroke
his fur the wrong way. The Hen had quite small, short legs,
and therefore she was called Chickabiddy Shortshanks; she laid
good eggs, and the woman loved her as her own child.
In the morning they noticed at once the strange Duckling,
and the Cat began to purr and the Hen to cluck.
“What's this ? ” said the woman, and looked all around; but
she could not see well, and therefore she thought the Duckling
was a fat duck that had strayed. « This is a rare prize! ” she
said. "Now I shall have duck's eggs. I hope it is not a drake.
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(
And so the Duckling was taken on trial for three weeks, but
no eggs came. And the Cat was master of the house, and the
Hen was the lady, and always said "We and the world! ” for they
thought they were half the world, and by far the better half. It
seemed to the Duckling that one might have another mind, but
the Hen would not allow it.
"Can you lay eggs? ”
«No. ”
« Then will you hold your tongue! ”
And the Cat said, “Can you curve your back, and purr, and
give out sparks ? ”
«No.
« Then you will please have no opinion of your own when
sensible folks are speaking! ”
And the Duckling sat in a corner and was in low spirits; then
he began to think of the fresh air and the sunshine; and he was
seized with such a strange longing to swim on the water, that he
could not help telling the Hen of it.
What are you thinking of ? ” cried the Hen. “You have
nothing to do, that's why you have these fancies. Lay eggs, or
purr, and they will pass over. ”
“But it is so charming to swim in the water," said the Duck-
ling, “so nice to feel it go over one's head, and to dive down to
the bottom ! »
“Yes, that's a fine thing, truly,” said the Hen. “You are clean
gone crazy. Ask the Cat about it, — he's the cleverest thing I
ask him if he likes to swim in the water, or to dive
down: I won't speak about myself. Ask our mistress herself, the
old woman; no one in the world knows more than she.
think she wants to swim, and let the water close above her head ? ”
«You don't understand me," said the Duckling.
“We don't understand you! Then pray who is to understand
you? You surely don't pretend to be cleverer than the Cat and
the woman — I won't say anything of myself. Don't make a fool
of yourself, child, and thank your Maker for all the good you
have. Are you not come into a warm room, and have you not
folks about you from whom you can learn something? But you
are a goose, and it is not pleasant to have you about. You may
believe me, I speak for your good. I tell you things you won't
like, and by that one may always know one's true friends! Only
take care that you learn to lay eggs, or to purr, and to give out
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“I think I will go out into the wide world,” said the Duckling.
“Yes, do go, replied the Hen.
And so the Duckling went away. He swam on the water, and
dived, but he was shunned by every creature because he was
so ugly.
v — WHAT BECAME OF THE DUCKLING
Now came the fall of the year. The leaves in the wood
turned yellow and brown; the wind caught them so that they
danced about, and up in the air it was very cold. The clouds
hung low, heavy with hail and snow-flakes, and on the fence
stood the raven, crying “Croak! croak! ” for mere cold; yes, one
could freeze fast if one thought about it. The poor little Duck-
ling certainly had not a good time. One evening — the sun was
just going down in fine style — there came a whole flock of great
handsome birds out of the bushes; they were shining white, with
long, supple necks; they were swans. They uttered a very
strange cry, spread forth their glorious great wings, and flew
away from that cold region to warmer lands, to fair open lakes.
They mounted so high, so high! and the ugly Duckling had such
a strange feeling as he saw them! He turned round and round
in the water like a wheel, stretched out his neck towards them,
and uttered a cry, so high, so strange, that he was frightened as
he heard it.
Oh! he could not forget those beautiful, happy birds; and as
soon as he could see them no longer, he dived down to the very
bottom, and when he came up again, he was quite beside himself.
He did not know what the birds were, nor where they were flying
to; but he loved them more than he had ever loved any one.
He did not envy them at all. How could he think of wishing
to have such loveliness as they had ? He would have been glad
if only the ducks would have let him be among them — the poor,
ugly creature!
And the winter grew so cold, so cold! The Duckling had to
swim about in the water, to keep it from freezing over; but
every night the hole in which he swam about became smaller
and smaller. It froze so hard that the icy cover sounded; and
the Duckling had to use his legs all the time to keep the hole
from freezing tight. At last he became worn out, and lay quite
still, and thus froze fast in the ice.
Early in the morning a peasant came by, and found him
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ried the Duckling home to his wife. Then the Duckling came
to himself again. The children wanted to play with him; but
he thought they wanted to hurt him, and in his terror he flew
up into the milk-pan, so that the milk spilled over into the
room. The woman screamed and shook her hand in the air, at
which the Duckling flew down into the tub where they kept the
butter, and then into the meal-barrel and out again. How he
looked then! The woman screamed, and struck at him with the
fire tongs; the children tumbled over one another as they tried
to catch the Duckling; and they laughed and they screamed ! -
well was it that the door stood open, and the poor creature was
able to slip out between the bushes into the newly-fallen snow -
there he lay quite worn out.
But it would be too sad if I were to tell all the misery and
care which the Duckling had to bear in the hard winter. He
lay out on the moor among the reeds, when the sun began to
shine again and the larks to sing; it was a beautiful spring.
Then all at once the Duckling could flap his wings: they
beat the air more strongly than before, and bore him stoutly
away; and before he well knew it, he found himself in a great
garden, where the elder-trees stood in flower, and bent their
long green branches down to the winding canal, and the lilacs
smelt sweet. Oh, here it was beautiful, fresh, and springlike!
and from the thicket came three glorious white swans; they
rustled their wings, and sat lightly on the water. The Duckling
knew the splendid creatures, and felt a strange sadness.
"I will fly away to them, to the royal birds! and they will
beat me, because I, that so ugly, dare to come near them.
But it is all the same. Better to be killed by them than to be
chased by ducks, and beaten by fowls, and pushed about by the
girl who takes care of the poultry yard, and to suffer hunger in
winter! ” And he flew out into the water, and swam toward the
beautiful swans: these looked at him, and came sailing down
upon him 'with outspread wings. “Kill me! ” said the poor
creature, and bent his head down upon the water, and waited for
death. But what saw he in the clear water ? He saw below him
his own image; and lo! it was no longer a clumsy dark-gray
bird, ugly and hateful to look at, but -a swan!
It matters nothing if one is born in a duck-yard, if one has
only lain in a swan's egg.
He felt quite glad at all the need and hard times he had
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that was round him. And the great swans swam round him
and stroked him with their beaks.
Into the garden came little children, who threw bread and
corn into the water; and the youngest cried, “There is a new
one! ) and the other children shouted, “Yes, a new
one has
come! ” And they clapped their hands and danced about, and
ran to their father and mother; and bread and cake were thrown
into the water; and they all said, “The new one is the most
beautiful of all! so young and so handsome! ” and the old swans
bowed their heads before him.
Then he felt quite ashamed, and hid his head under his
wings, for he did not know what to do; he was so happy, and
yet not at all proud, for a good heart is never proud. He
thought how he had been driven about and mocked and despised;
and now he heard them all saying that he was the most beautiful
of all beautiful birds. And the lilacs bent their branches straight
down into the water before him, and the sun shone warm and
mild. Then his wings rustled, he lifted his slender neck, and
cried from the depths of his heart:-
"I never dreamed of so much happiness when I was the
Ugly Duckling. ”
WHAT THE MOON SAW
H*
EAR what the Moon told me:
“I have seen a cadet promoted to be an officer, and dress-
ing himself for the first time in his gorgeous uniform; I
have seen young girls in bridal attire, and the prince's young
bride in her wedding dress: but I never saw such bliss as that
of a little four-year-old girl whom I watched this evening. She
had got a new blue dress, and a new pink hat. The finery was
just put on, and all were calling for light, for the moonbeams
that came through the window were not bright enough. They
wanted very different lights from that. There stood the little
girl, stiff as a doll, keeping her arms anxiously off her dress, and
her fingers stretched wide apart. Oh! what happiness beamed
from her eyes, from her whole face. "To-morrow you may go
to walk in the dress,' said the mother; and the little one looked
up at her hat and down again at her dress, and smiled blissfully.
Mother,' she cried, what will the little dogs think when they
see me in all these fine clothes ? ) »


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518
HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN
THE LOVERS
From (Riverside Literature Series': copyright 1891, by Houghton, Mifflin & Co.
T"
The Top and the Ball lay in a drawer among some other toys;
and so the Top said to the Ball:-“Shall we not be lovers,
since we live together in the same drawer ? ”
But the Ball, which had a coat of morocco leather, and
thought herself as good as any fine lady, had nothing to say to
such a thing The next day came the little boy who owned the
toys: he painted the Top red and yellow, and drove a brass nail
into it; and the Top looked splendidly when he turned round.
« Look at me! ” he cried to the Ball.
«What do you say
now? Shall we not be lovers? We go so nicely together? You
jump and I dance! No one could be happier than we two
should be. ”
«Indeed! Do you think so ? ” said the Ball.