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Image from page 422 of "Stories for the household" (1889)

Identifier: storiesforhouseh00ande

Title: Stories for the household

Year: 1889 (1880s)

Authors: Andersen, H. C. (Hans Christian), 1805-1875 Dulcken, H. W. (Henry William), 1832-1894 Bayes, Alfred Walter, 1832-1909, ill

Subjects: Fairy tales

Publisher: London : G. Routledge and Sons


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e heededit not—she thought only of Brarnah and of her betrothed. He lives!she shouted joyfully, he lives! And from the mountains the echocame back upon her, he lives ! SECOND EVENING. YESTERDAY, said the Moon to me, I looked down upon a smallcourtyard surrounded on all sides by houses. In the courtyard sat aclucking hen with eleven chickens; and a pretty little girl was runningand jumping around them. The hen was frightened, and screamed, andspread out her wings over the little brood. Then the girls father cameout and scolded her; and I glided away and thought no more of thematter. But this evening, only a few minutes ago, I looked down into thesame courtyard. Everything was quiet. But presently the little girlcame forth again, crept quietly to the hen-house, pushed back the bolt,and slipped into the apartment of the hen and chickens. They criedout loudly, and came fluttering down from their perches, and ran aboutin dismay, and the little girl ran after them. 1 saw it quite plainly,


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THE 1ITTLE GIRL AND THE CHICKENS. for I looked through a hole in the hen-house wall. I was angry withthe wilful child, and felt glad when her father came out and scolded hermore violently than yesterday, holding her roughly by the arm : she helddown her head, and her blue eyes were full of large tears. What areyou about here ? he asked. She wept and said, I wanted to kiss thehen and beg her pardon for frightening her yesterday; but I was afraidto tell you. And the father kissed the innocent childs forehead, and I kissedher on the mouth and eyes. THIED EVENING. IN the narrow street round the corner yonder—it is so narrow thatmy beams can only glide for a minute along the walls of the house, butin that minute I see enough to learn what the world is made of—in thatnarrow street I saw a woman. Sixteen years ago that woman was achild, playing in the garden of the old parsonage in the country. Thehedges of rose bushes were old, and the flowers were faded. Theystraggled wild over the pat


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