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Little Tiny or Thumbelina 
by Hans Christian Andersen(7)
 
 
But during the night Tiny could not sleep; 
so she got out of bed
and wove a large, beautiful carpet of hay;
then she carried it to the dead bird,
and spread it over him;
with some down from the flowers
which she had found in the field-mouse's room.
It was as soft as wool,
and she spread some of it on each side  of the bird,
so that he might lie warmly in the cold earth.
"Farewell, you pretty little bird," said she,
 "farewell; thank you for your delightful singing during the summer,
 when all the trees were green,
and the warm sun shone upon us."
Then she laid her head on the bird's breast,
but she was alarmed immediately,
for  it seemed as if something inside the bird went "thump, thump."
It was the bird' s heart;
he was not really dead,
only benumbed with the cold,
and the warmth had  restored him to life.
In autumn, all the swallows fly away into warm countries,  
but if one happens to linger,
the cold seizes it,
it becomes frozen,
and falls  down as if dead;
it remains where it fell,
and the cold snow covers it.
 

Tiny trembled very much;
she was quite frightened,
for the bird was large, a great deal  larger than herself,
-she was only an inch high.
But she took courage,
 laid the wool more thickly over the poor swallow,
and then took a leaf which she had used  for her own counterpane,
and laid it over the head of the poor bird.
The next morning she again stole out to see him. 
He was alive but very weak;
 he could only  open his eyes for a moment to look at Tiny,
who stood by holding a piece of decayed wood in her hand,
 for she had no other lantern.
"Thank you, pretty little maiden," said the sick swallow; 
"I have been so nicely warmed,
that I shall soon regain my strength,
and be able to fly about again in the warm sunshine."
"Oh," said she, "it is cold out of doors now;
 it snows and freezes.
Stay in your  warm bed;
I will take care of you."

Little Tiny or Thumbelina
by Hans Christian Andersen(8)
 
 
Then she brought the swallow some water in a flower-leaf,
and after he  had drank,
he told her that he had wounded one of his wings in a thorn-bush,
and  could not fly as fast as the others,
who were soon far away on their journey to  warm countries.
Then at last he had fallen to the earth,
and could remember no  more,
nor how he came to be where she had found him.
The whole winter the swallow remained underground,
and Tiny nursed him with care and love.
Neither the mole  nor the field-mouse knew anything about it,
for they did not like swallows.
Very soon the spring time came,
and the sun warmed the earth.
Then the swallow bade  farewell to Tiny,
and she opened the hole in the ceiling
which the mole had made.
The sun shone in
 upon them so beautifully,
that the swallow asked her if she  would go with him;
she could sit on his back, he said,
and he would fly away with her into the green woods.
But Tiny knew it would make the field-mouse very grieved if she left her in that manner,
so she said, "No, I cannot."
"Farewell, then, farewell, you good, pretty little maiden," said the swallow;
and he flew out into the sunshine.
Tiny looked after him,
and the tears rose in her eyes.
She was very fond of the  poor swallow.
"Tweet, tweet," sang the bird,
as he flew out into the green woods,
and Tiny felt very sad.
She was not allowed to go out into the warm sunshine.
The corn which  had been sown in the field over the house of the field-mouse
 had grown up high  into the air,
and formed a thick wood to Tiny,
who was only an inch in height.
"You are going to be married, Tiny," said the field-mouse.
 "My neighbor has asked for you.
What good fortune for a poor child like you.
 Now we will prepare your  wedding clothes.
They must be both woollen and linen.
Nothing must be wanting when you are the mole's wife."
 
Little Tiny or Thumbelina
by Hans Christian Andersen(9)
 
Tiny had to turn the spindle,
and the field-mouse hired four spiders,
who were to weave day and night.
Every evening the mole visited her,
and was continually speaking of the time when the summer would be over.
Then he would keep his wedding-day with Tiny;
but now the heat of the sun was so great
that it burned the earth,
and made it quite hard, like a stone.
As soon as the summer was over,
the wedding should take place.
 

But Tiny was not at all pleased;
for she did not like  the tiresome mole.
 Every morning when the sun rose,
 and every evening when it went down,
she would creep out at the door,
and as the wind blew aside the ears of  corn,
so that she could see the blue sky,
she thought how beautiful and bright  it seemed out there,
and wished so much to see her dear swallow again.
But he never returned;
for by this time he had flown far away into the lovely green forest.
When autumn arrived,
Tiny had her outfit quite ready;
and the field-mouse said to her,
 "In four weeks the wedding must take place."
 
 
Then Tiny wept,
and said she would not marry the disagreeable mole.
"Nonsense," replied the field-mouse.
"Now don't be obstinate,
 or I shall bite you with my white teeth.
 He is a very handsome mole;
the queen herself does not wear more beautiful velvets and furs.
 His kitchen and cellars are quite full.
You  ought to be very thankful for such good fortune."
 

So the wedding-day was fixed,
 on which the mole was to fetch Tiny away to live with him,
deep under the earth, and never again to see the warm sun,
 because he did not like it.
 The poor child was very unhappy at the thought of saying farewell to the beautiful sun,
and as the field-mouse had given her permission to stand  at the door,
she went to look at it once more.
 
 
Little Tiny or Thumbelina
by Hans Christian Andersen(10)
 
 
"Farewell bright sun," she cried,
stretching out her arms towards it;
and then she walked a short distance from the house;
for the corn had been cut,
and only the dry stubble remained in the fields.
 "Farewell, farewell," she repeated,
 twining her arm round a little red flower that grew just by her side.
 "Greet  the little swallow for me,
 if you should see him again."
 
 
"Tweet, tweet," sounded over her head suddenly.
She looked up,
and there was the  swallow himself flying close by.
 As soon as he spied Tiny,
 he was delighted;
 and then she told him how unwilling she felt to marry the ugly mole,
and to live always beneath the earth,
and never to see the bright sun any more.
And as she told him she wept.
 

"Cold winter is coming," said the swallow,
 "and I am going to fly away into warmer countries.
Will you go with me?
You can sit on my back,
and  fasten yourself on with your sash.
Then we can fly away from the ugly mole and his gloomy rooms,
far away, over the mountains,
into warmer countries,
where the  sun shines more brightly than here;
where it is always summer,
and the flowers bloom in greater beauty.
 Fly now with me, dear little Tiny;
you saved my life when I lay frozen in that dark passage."
 

"Yes, I will go with you," said Tiny;
and she seated herself on the bird's back, 
with her feet on his outstretched wings,
and tied her girdle to one of his strongest feathers.
 

Then the swallow rose in the air,
and flew over forest and over sea,
 high above  the highest mountains,
 covered with eternal snow.
Tiny would have been frozen in  the cold air,
 but she crept under the bird's warm feathers,
 keeping her little  head uncovered,
so that she might admire the beautiful lands over which they passed.
 
 
Little Tiny or Thumbelina
by Hans Christian Andersen(11)
 
 
At length they reached the warm countries,
where the sun shines brightly,
and the sky seems so much higher above the earth.
 Here, on the hedges, and by the wayside,
grew purple, green, and white grapes;
 lemons and oranges hung from trees in  the woods;
and the air was fragrant with myrtles and orange blossoms.
Beautiful  children ran along the country lanes,
playing with large gay butterflies;
and as the swallow flew farther and farther,
every place appeared still more lovely.
 

At last they came to a blue lake,
 and by the side of it,
shaded by trees of the  deepest green,
 stood a palace of dazzling white marble,
 built in the olden times .
Vines clustered round its lofty pillars,
and at the top were many swallows' nests,
and one of these was the home of the swallow who carried Tiny.
 

"This is my house," said the swallow;
 "but it would not do for you to live there
-you would not be comfortable.
You must choose for yourself one of those lovely  flowers,
and I will put you down upon it,
and then you shall have everything that you can wish to make you happy."
 

"That will be delightful," she said,
and clapped her little hands for joy.
A large marble pillar lay on the ground,
 which, in falling, had been broken into  three pieces.
Between these pieces grew the most beautiful large white flowers; 
so the swallow flew down with Tiny,
and placed her on one of the broad leaves. 
 

But how surprised she was to see in the middle of the flower a tiny little man,
 as white and transparent as if he had been made of crystal.
 He had a gold crown  on his head,
and delicate wings at his shoulders,
and was not much larger than  Tiny herself.
He was the angel of the flower;
 for a tiny man and a tiny woman dwell in every flower;
and this was the king of them all.
 
 
Little Tiny or Thumbelina
by Hans Christian Andersen(12)
 
 
"Oh, how beautiful he is!" whispered Tiny to the swallow.
The little prince was at first quite frightened at the bird,
who was like a giant, compared to such a delicate little creature as himself;
but when he saw Tiny,  he was delighted,
and thought her the prettiest little maiden he had ever seen.
 

He took the gold crown from his head,
and placed it on hers,
and asked her name ,
and if she would be his wife,
 and queen over all the flowers.
 

This certainly was a very different sort of husband
to the son of a toad,
 or the  mole, with black velvet and fur;
so she said, "Yes," to the handsome prince. 
Then all the flowers opened,
and out of each came a little lady or a tiny lord, 
all so pretty it was quite a pleasure to look at them.
Each of them brought Tiny a present;
but the best gift was a pair of beautiful wings,
which had belonged  to a large white fly
and they fastened them to Tiny's shoulders,
so that she might fly from flower to flower.
 

Then there was much rejoicing,
 and the little swallow who sat above them, in his  nest,
 was asked to sing a wedding song,
 which he did as well as he could;
 but in his heart he felt sad
 for he was very fond of Tiny,
and would have liked never  to part from her again.
"You must not be called Tiny any more,"
said the spirit of the flowers to her.
 " It is an ugly name,
 and you are so very pretty.
We will call you Maia."
 

"Farewell, farewell," said the swallow,
with a heavy heart as he left the warm countries to fly back into Denmark.
There he had a nest over the window of a house
 in which dwelt the writer of fairy tales.
The swallow sang, "Tweet, tweet,"
and from his song came the whole story.
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