Last Lines of Hans Christian Andersen
And they all sang, great and small; the good, innocent little child, who once limped about on his toilsome crutches, and the poor field-flower that had lain withered among the sweepings in the narrow, dingy street.But John reigned over the whole land, and became at last a very powerful monarch.Her soul flew on the sunshine to God, and there no one asked after the Red Shoes.I, who relate the story, heard it from the Sparrows : they told it me one evening when I begged for a fairy-tale.
She wanted to warm herself,people said: no one had the slightest suspicion of what beautiful things she had seen; no one even dreamed of the splendor in which, with her grandmother she had entered on the joys of a new year.Then all the church-bells began ringing of their own accord, and the birds came in swarms; and the procession to the palace was such as no King had ever seen before.Well, that is the story of Ole Luckoie, and this evening he can tell you some more tales.