拇指姑娘10英文版

“that will be delightful,” she said, and clapped her littlehands for joy.

a large marble pillar lay on the ground, which, in falling, hadbeen broken into three pieces. between these pieces grew the most beautifullarge white flowers; so the swallow flew down with tiny, and placed her on oneof the broad leaves. but how surprised she was to see in the middle of theflower, a tiny little man, as white and transparent as if he had been made ofcrystal! 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; fora tiny man and a tiny woman dwell in every flower; and this was the king ofthem all.

“oh, how beautiful he is!” whispered tiny to the swallow.

the little prince was at first quite frightened at the bird, whowas like a giant, compared to such a delicate little creature as himself; butwhen he saw tiny, he was delighted, and thought her the prettiest little maidenhe 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 theflowers.

this certainly was a very different sort of husband to the sonof a toad, or the mole, with my black velvet and fur; so she said, “yes,” tothe handsome prince. then all the flowers opened, and out of each came a littlelady 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 beautifulwings, which had belonged to a large white fly and they fastened them to tiny’sshoulders, so that she might fly from flower to flower. then there was muchrejoicing, and the little swallow who sat above them, in his nest, was asked tosing a wedding song, which he did as well as he could; but in his heart he feltsad for he was very fond of tiny, and would have liked never to part from heragain.

“you must not be called tiny any more,” said the spirit of theflowers to her. “it is an ugly name, and you are so very pretty. we will callyou maia.”

“farewell, farewell,” said the swallow, with a heavy heart as heleft the warm countries to fly back into Denmark. there he had a nest over thewindow 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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