ILLUSTRATIONS

THE SNOW QUEEN

One day he was in a high state of delight because he had invented a mirror

Many a winter's night she flies through the streets

Then an old, old woman came out of the house

She has read all the newspapers in the world, and forgotten them again, so clever is she

'It is gold, it is gold!' they cried

Kissed her on the mouth, while big shining tears trickled down its face

The Snow Queen sat in the very middle of it when she sat at home

THE NIGHTINGALE

Even the poor fisherman ... lay still to listen to it

'Is it possible?' said the gentleman-in-waiting. 'I should never have thought it was like that'

Took some water into their mouths to try and make the same gurgling, ... thinking so to equal the nightingale

The music-master wrote five-and-twenty volumes about the artificial bird

Even Death himself listened to the song

THE REAL PRINCESS

'I have hardly closed my eyes the whole night! Heaven knows what was in the bed. I seemed to be lying upon some hard thing, and my whole body is black and blue this morning. It is terrible!' (Frontispiece)

THE GARDEN OF PARADISE

His grandmother had told him ... that every flower in the Garden of Paradise was a delicious cake

The Eastwind flew more swiftly still

The Fairy of the Garden now advanced to meet them

The Fairy dropped her shimmering garment, drew back the branches, and a moment after was hidden within their depths

THE MERMAID

The Merman King had been for many years a widower

He must have died if the little mermaid had not come to the rescue

At the mere sight of the bright liquid

The prince asked who she was and how she came there

Dashed overboard and fell, her body dissolving into foam

THE EMPEROR'S NEW CLOTHES

The poor old minister stared as hard as he could, but he could not see anything

Then the Emperor walked along in the procession under the gorgeous canopy, and everybody in the streets and at the windows exclaimed, 'How beautiful the Emperor's new clothes are!'

THE WIND'S TALE

She played upon the ringing lute, and sang to its tones

She was always picking flowers and herbs

He lifted it with a trembling hand and shouted with a trembling voice: 'Gold! gold!'

Waldemar Daa hid it in his bosom, took his staff in his hand, and, with his three daughters, the once wealthy gentleman walked out of Borreby Hall for the last time