STORIES FROM HANS ANDERSEN ***
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STORIES _FROM_ HANS ANDERSEN
_WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY_ EDMUND DULAC
HODDER & STOUGHTON LIMITED LONDON
ILLUSTRATIONS
_THE SNOW QUEEN_ PAGE One day he was in a high state of delight because he had invented a mirror 5
Many a winter's night she flies through the streets 11
Then an old, old woman came out of the house 23
She has read all the newspapers in the world, and forgotten them again, so clever is she 37
'It is gold, it is gold!' they cried 51
Kissed her on the mouth, while big shining tears trickled down its face 63
The Snow Queen sat in the very middle of it when she sat at home 71
_THE NIGHTINGALE_
Even the poor fisherman ... lay still to listen to it 81
'Is it possible?' said the gentleman-in-waiting. 'I should never have thought it was like that' 89
Took some water into their mouths to try and make the same gurgling, ... thinking so to equal the nightingale 95
The music-master wrote five-and-twenty volumes about the artificial bird 101
Even Death himself listened to the song 109
_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 117
The Eastwind flew more swiftly still 131
The Fairy of the Garden now advanced to meet them 139
The Fairy dropped her shimmering garment, drew back the branches, and a moment after was hidden within their depths 147
_THE MERMAID_
The Merman King had been for many years a widower 155
He must have died if the little mermaid had not come to the rescue 169
At the mere sight of the bright liquid 183
The prince asked who she was and how she came there 189
Dashed overboard and fell, her body dissolving into foam 199
_THE EMPEROR'S NEW CLOTHES_
The poor old minister stared as hard as he could, but he could not see anything 209
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!' 215
_THE WIND'S TALE_
She played upon the ringing lute, and sang to its tones 225
She was always picking flowers and herbs 233
He lifted it with a trembling hand and shouted with a trembling voice: 'Gold! gold!' 241
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 247
