The Complete Fairy Tales & Other Stories
By Hans Christian Andersen - online book

Oxford Complete Illustrated Edition all his stories written between 1835 and 1872.

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THE LITTLE GREEN ONES                  905
and gaze on their beauty. Perhaps a story lies in every one of them. And the bubble grew so big with glittering colours, and in it there lay, as it were, a silver pearl at the bottom. The bubble floated and soared, flew against the the door and burst; but the door flew open, and there stood Mother Fairy Tale herself.
; Yes, now she can tell better than I can about—I will not say the name !—the little green ones.' ' Plant-lice,' said Mother Fairy Tale. ' One should call everything by its right name ; and if one dares not do it as a usual thing, one can do it in a fairy tale.'
You know the brownie, but do you know the dame, the gardener's dame ?' She had learning, knew verses by heart, could even write them herself with ease ; only the rhymes, ' clinchings ', she called them, caused her a little trouble. She had the gift of writing, and of talking ; she might very well have been a pastor, or at least a pastor's wife. ' The earth is lovely in its Sunday gown,' said she, and this thought she had put into words and 'clinching', and had set it in a poem, so long and beautiful. The student, Mr. Kisserup (the name has nothing to do with the story), was a nephew, and on a visit to the gardener ; he heard the dame's poem, and it did him good, he said—ever so much good. ' You have soul, madam,' said he.
1 Stuff and nonsense,' said the gardener, ' don't be putting such ideas into her head ! a woman should be a body, a decent body, and look after her pot, so that the porridge may not be burned.'
' I will take away that burnt taste with a piece of burn­ing charcoal,' said the dame, 'and then I will take the burnt taste from you with a little kiss. One would think that you only thought of cabbages and potatoes, and yet you love the flowers !' and so she kissed him. ' The flowers are the soul,' said she.
' Look after your pot,' said he, and went into the garden : that was his pot, and he looked after it. But the student sat and talked with the dame. Her beautiful words, ' The