THE SNOW QUEEN

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    THIRD STORY. Of the Flower-Garden At the Old Woman's Who Understood Witchcraft

    But what became of little Gerda when Kay did not return？ Where could he be？ Nobody knew； nobody could give any intelligence. All the boys knew was， that they had seen him tie his sledge to another large and splendid one， which drove down the street and out of the town. Nobody knew where he was； many sad tears were shed， and little Gerda wept long and bitterly； at last she said he must be dead； that he had been drowned in the river which flowed close to the town. Oh！ those were very long and dismal winter evenings！

    At last spring came， with its warm sunshine.

    "Kay is dead and gone！" said little Gerda.

    "That I don't believe，" said the Sunshine.

    "Kay is dead and gone！" said she to the Swallows.

    "That I don't believe，" said they： and at last little Gerda did not think so any longer either.

    "I'll put on my red shoes，" said she， one morning； "Kay has never seen them， and then I'll go down to the river and ask there."

    It was quite early； she kissed her old grandmother， who was still asleep， put on her red shoes， and went alone to the river.

    "Is it true that you have taken my little playfellow？ I will make you a present of my red shoes， if you will give him back to me."

    And， as it seemed to her， the blue waves nodded in a strange manner； then she took off her red shoes， the most precious things she possessed， and threw them both into the river. But they fell close to the bank， and the little waves bore them immediately to land； it was as if the stream would not take what was dearest to her； for in reality it had not got little， Kay； but Gerda thought that she had not thrown the shoes out far enough， so she clambered into a boat which lay among the rushes， went to the farthest end， and threw out the shoes. But the boat was not fastened， and the motion which she occasioned， made it drift from the shore. She observed this， and hastened to get back； but before she could do so， the boat was more than a yard from the land， and was gliding quickly onward.

    Little Gerda was very frightened， and began to cry； but no one heard her except the sparrows， and they could not carry her to land； but they flew along the bank， and sang as if to comfort her， "Here we are！ Here we are！" The boat drifted with the stream， little Gerda sat quite still without shoes， for they were swimming behind the boat， but she could not reach them， because the boat went much faster than they did.

    The banks on both sides were beautiful； lovely flowers， venerable trees， and slopes with sheep and cows， but not a human being was to be seen.

    "Perhaps the river will carry me to little Kay，" said she； and then she grew less sad. She rose， and looked for many hours at the beautiful green banks. Presently she sailed by a large cherry-orchard， where was a little cottage with curious red and blue windows； it was thatched， and before it two wooden soldiers stood sentry， and presented arms when anyone went past.

    Gerda called to them， for she thought they were alive； but they， of course， did not answer. She came close to them， for the stream drifted the boat quite near the land.

    Gerda called still louder， and an old woman then came out of the cottage， leaning upon a crooked stick. She had a large broad-brimmed hat on， painted with the most splendid flowers.

    "Poor little child！" said the old woman. "How did you get upon the large rapid river， to be driven about so in the wide world！" And then the old woman went into the water， caught hold of the boat with her crooked stick， drew it to the bank， and lifted little Gerda out.

    And Gerda was so glad to be on dry land again； but she was rather afraid of the strange old woman.

    "But come and tell me who you are， and how you came here，" said she.

    And Gerda told her all； and the old woman shook her head and said， "A-hem！ a-hem！" and when Gerda had told her everything， and asked her if she had not seen little Kay， the woman answered that he had not passed there， but he no doubt would come； and she told her not to be cast down， but taste her cherries， and look at her flowers， which were finer than any in a picture-book， each of which could tell a whole story. She then took Gerda by the hand， led her into the little cottage， and locked the door.

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