"yes;andmypapa,"saidthelittledaughteroftheeditorofapaper,"mypapacanputyourpapaandeverybody'spapaintothenewspaper.allsortsofpeopleareafraidofhim,mymammasays,forhecandoashelikeswiththepaper."andthelittlemaidenlookedexceedinglyproud,asifshehadbeenarealprincess,whomaybeexpectedtolookproud.

butoutsidethedoor,whichstoodajar,wasapoorboy,peepingthroughthecrackofthedoor.hewasofsuchalowlystationthathehadnotbeenallowedeventoentertheroom.hehadbeenturningthespitforthecook,andshehadgivenhimpermissiontostandbehindthedoorandpeepinatthewell-dressedchildren,whowerehavingsuchamerrytimewithin;andforhimthatwasagreatdeal."oh,ificouldbeoneofthem,"thoughthe,andthenheheardwhatwassaidaboutnames,whichwasquiteenoughtomakehimmoresparentsathomehadnotevenapennytosparetobuyanewspaper,muchlesscouldtheywriteinone;andworsethanall,hisfather'sname,andofcoursehisown,endedin"sen,"andthereforehecouldneverturnoutwell,whichwasaverysadthought.butafterall,hehadbeenbornintotheworld,andthestationoflifehadbeenchosenforhim,thereforehemustbecontent.

andthisiswhathappenedonthatevening.

manyyearspassed,andmostofthechildrenbecamegrown-uppersons.

therestoodasplendidhouseinthetown,filledwithallkindsofbeautifulandvaluableobjects.everybodywishedtoseeit,andpeopleevencameinfromthecountryroundtobepermittedtoviewthetreasuresitcontained.

whichofthechildrenwhoseprattlewehavedescribed,couldcallthishousehisown?onewouldsupposeitveryeasyto,no;itisnotsoveryeasy.thehousebelongedtothepoorlittleboywhohadstoodonthatnightbehindthedoor.hehadreallybecomesomethinggreat,althoughhisnameendedin"sen,"-foritwasthorwaldsen.

andthethreeotherchildren-thechildrenofgoodbirth,ofmoney,andofintellectualpride,-well,theywererespectedandhonoredintheworld,fortheyhadbeenwellprovidedforbybirthandposition,andtheyhadnocausetoreproachthemselveswithwhattheyhadthoughtandspokenonthateveninglongago,for,afterall,itwasmere"children'sprattle."

theend.

1872

fairytalesofhanschristianandersen

delayingisnotforgetting

byhanschristianandersen

therewasanoldmansionsurroundedbyamarshyditchwithadrawbridgewhichwasbutseldomletdown:-notallguestsaregoodpeople.undertheroofwereloopholestoshootthrough,andtopourdownboilingwaterorevenmoltenleadontheenemy,shouldheapproach.insidethehousetheroomswereveryhighandhadceilingsofbeams,andthatwasveryusefulconsideringthegreatdealofsmokewhichroseupfromthechimneyfirewherethelarge,damplogsofwoodsmouldered.onthewallshungpicturesofknightsinarmourandproudladiesingorgeousdresses;themoststatelyofallwalkedaboutalive.shewascalledmetamogen;shewasthemistressofthehouse,toherbelongedthecastle.

towardstheeveningrobberscame;theykilledthreeofherpeopleandalsotheyard-dog,andattachedmrs.metatothekennelbythechain,whiletheythemselvesmadegoodcheerinthehallanddrankthewineandthegoodaleoutofhercellar.mrs.metawasnowonthechain,shecouldnotevenbark.

butlo!theservantofoneoftherobberssecretlyapproachedher;theymustnotseeit,otherwisetheywouldhavekilledhim.

"mrs.metamogen,"saidthefellow,"doyoustillrememberhowmyfather,whenyourhusbandwasstillalive,hadtorideonthewoodenhorse?