It was the month of May. The wind still blew cold, but from bush and tree, field and flower, came the welcome sound, “Spring is come.”
Category: Hans Christian Andersen
It really appeared as if something very important were going on by the duck pond, but this was not the case.
You must attend to the beginning of this story, for when we get to the end we shall know more than we now do about a very wicked hobgoblin;
There was once a little boy who had taken cold by going out and getting his feet wet. No one could think how he had managed to do so, for the weather was quite dry.
In a nursery where a number of toys lay scattered about, a money box stood on the top of a very high wardrobe. It was made of clay in the shape of a pig and had been bought of the potter.
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