But when the sun rose, like a red ball, in the east, suddenly it felt a hole in the middle of its back. It had a creepy, tickling feeling, and then a feeling of tightness and oppression. Oh, it was torture without end!
Being bewildered, it closed its eyes; but it still felt as though it were being squeezed and crushed. At last it suddenly noticed that it was free; and when it opened its eyes it was floating through the air on stiff, shining wings, a beautiful dragon-fly. Down on the leaf of the water-lily lay its ugly gray larva case.
"Hurrah!" cried the new dragon-fly. "So I have got my darling wish fulfilled!" and it started off at once through the air at such a rate that you would think it had to fly to the ends of the earth.
"The creature has got its desire at any rate," thought the water-lily. "Let us see if it will be any the happier for it."
Two days later the dragon-fly came flying back, and seated itself on the flower of the water-lily.
"Oh, good-morning," said the water-lily. "Do I see you once more? I thought you had grown too fine to greet your old friends.""Good-day," said the dragon-fly. "Where shall I lay my eggs?""Oh, you are sure to find some place," answered the flower. "Sit down for a bit, and tell me if you are any happier now than when you were crawling up and down my stalk, a little ugly larva.""Where shall I lay my eggs? Where shall I lay my eggs?" screamed the dragon-fly, and flew humming around from place to place, laid one here and one there, and finally seated itself, tired and weary, on one of the leaves."Well?" said the water-lily."Oh, it was better in the old days—much better," sighed the dragon-fly. "The sunshine is really delightful, and it is a real pleasure to fly over the water; but I have no time to enjoy it. I have been so terribly busy, I tell you. In the old days I had nothing to think about; now I have to fly about all day long to get my silly eggs disposed of. I haven't a moment free. I have scarcely time to eat."
"Oh, good-morning," said the water-lily. "Do I see you once more? I thought you had grown too fine to greet your old friends."
"Good-day," said the dragon-fly. "Where shall I lay my eggs?"
"Oh, you are sure to find some place," answered the flower. "Sit down for a bit, and tell me if you are any happier now than when you were crawling up and down my stalk, a little ugly larva."
"Where shall I lay my eggs? Where shall I lay my eggs?" screamed the dragon-fly, and flew humming around from place to place, laid one here and one there, and finally seated itself, tired and weary, on one of the leaves.
"Well?" said the water-lily.
"Oh, it was better in the old days—much better," sighed the dragon-fly. "The sunshine is really delightful, and it is a real pleasure to fly over the water; but I have no time to enjoy it. I have been so terribly busy, I tell you. In the old days I had nothing to think about; now I have to fly about all day long to get my silly eggs disposed of. I haven't a moment free. I have scarcely time to eat."
"Didn't I tell you so?" cried the water-lily in triumph. "Didn't I prophesy that your happiness would be hollow?"
"Good-bye," sighed the dragon-fly. "I have not time to listen to your disagreeable remarks. I must lay some more eggs."
But just as it was about to fly off the starling came.
"What a pretty little dragon-fly!" it said; "it will be a delightful tit-bit for my little ones."
Snap! it killed the dragon-fly with its bill, and flew off with it.
"What a shocking thing!" cried the water-lily, as its leaves shook with terror. "Those animals! those animals! They are funny creatures. I do indeed value my quiet, peaceful life. I harm nobody, and nobody wants to pick a quarrel with me. I am very luck—"
It did not finish what it was saying, for at that instant a boat came gliding close by.
"What a pretty little water-lily!" cried Ellen, who sat in the boat. "I will have it!"
She leant over the gunwale and wrenched off the flower. When she had got home she put it in a glass of water, and there itstood for three days among a whole company of other flowers.
"I can't make it out," it said on the morning of the fourth day. "I have not come off a bit better than that miserable dragon-fly."
"The flowers are now withered," said Ellen, and she threw them out of the window.
So there lay the water-lily with its fine white petals on the dirty ground.
The Dragonfly and the Waterlily"
It was a beautiful, fruitful season. Rain and sunshine came by turns just as it was best for the corn. As soon as ever the farmer began to think that things were rather dry, you might depend upon it that next day it would rain. And when he thought that he had had rain enough, the clouds broke at once, just as if they were under his command.So the farmer was in a good humour, and he did not grumble as he usually does. He looked pleased and cheerful as he walked over the field with his two boys."It will be a splendid harvest this year,"he said. "I shall have my barns full, and shall make a pretty penny. And then Jack and Will shall have some new trousers, and I'll let them come with me to market."
It was a beautiful, fruitful season. Rain and sunshine came by turns just as it was best for the corn. As soon as ever the farmer began to think that things were rather dry, you might depend upon it that next day it would rain. And when he thought that he had had rain enough, the clouds broke at once, just as if they were under his command.
So the farmer was in a good humour, and he did not grumble as he usually does. He looked pleased and cheerful as he walked over the field with his two boys.
"It will be a splendid harvest this year,"he said. "I shall have my barns full, and shall make a pretty penny. And then Jack and Will shall have some new trousers, and I'll let them come with me to market."
"If you don't cut me soon, farmer, I shall sprawl on the ground," said the rye, and she bowed her heavy ear quite down towards the earth.
The farmer could not hear her talking, but he could see what was in her mind, and so he went home to fetch his scythe.
"It is a good thing to be in the service of man," said the rye. "I can be quite sure that all my grain will be well cared for. Most of it will go to the mill: not that that proceeding is so very enjoyable, but in that way it will be made into beautiful new bread, and one must put up with something for the sake of honour. The rest the farmer will save, and sow next year in his field."
At the side of the field, along the hedge, and the bank above the ditch, stood the weeds. There were dense clumps of them—thistle and burdock, poppy and harebell, and dandelion; and all their heads were full ofseed. It had been a fruitful year for them also, for the sun shines and the rain falls just as much on the poor weed as on the rich corn.
"No one comes and mowsusdown and carries us to a barn," said the dandelion, and he shook his head, but very cautiously, so that the seeds should not fall before their time. "But what will become of all our children?"
"It gives me a headache to think about it," said the poppy. "Here I stand with hundreds and hundreds of seeds in my head, and I haven't the faintest idea where I shall drop them."
"Let us ask the rye to advise us," answered the burdock.
And so they asked the rye what they should do.
"When one is well off, one had better not meddle with other people's business," answered the rye. "I will only give you one piece of advice: take care you don't throw your stupid seed on to the field, for then you will have to settle accounts withme."
This advice did not help the wild flowers at all, and the whole day they stood pondering what they should do. When the sun set they shut up their petals and went to sleep; but the whole night through they were dreaming about their seed, and next morning they had found a plan.
The poppy was the first to wake. She cautiously opened some little trap-doors at the top of her head, so that the sun could shine right in on the seeds. Then she called to the morning breeze, who was running and playing along the hedge."Little breeze," she said, in friendly tones, "will you do me a service?""Yes, indeed," said the breeze. "I shall be glad to have something to do.""It is the merest trifle," said the poppy. "All I want of you is to give a good shake to my stalk, so that my seeds may fly out of the trap-doors.""All right," said the breeze.And the seeds flew out in all directions. The stalk snapped, it is true; but the poppy did not mind about that, for when one hasprovided for one's children, one has really nothing more to do in the world.
The poppy was the first to wake. She cautiously opened some little trap-doors at the top of her head, so that the sun could shine right in on the seeds. Then she called to the morning breeze, who was running and playing along the hedge.
"Little breeze," she said, in friendly tones, "will you do me a service?"
"Yes, indeed," said the breeze. "I shall be glad to have something to do."
"It is the merest trifle," said the poppy. "All I want of you is to give a good shake to my stalk, so that my seeds may fly out of the trap-doors."
"All right," said the breeze.
And the seeds flew out in all directions. The stalk snapped, it is true; but the poppy did not mind about that, for when one hasprovided for one's children, one has really nothing more to do in the world.
The Farmer and His Boys
"Good-bye," said the breeze, and would have run on farther.
"Wait a moment," said the poppy. "Promise me first that you will not tell the others, else they might get hold of the same idea, and then there would be less room for my seeds."
"I am mute as the grave," answered the breeze, running off.
"Ho! ho!" said the harebell. "Haven't you time to do me a little, tiny service?"
"Well," said the breeze, "what is it?"
"I merely wanted to ask you to give me a little shake," said the harebell. "I have opened some trap-doors in my head, and I should like to have my seed sent a good way off into the world. But you mustn't tell the others, or else they might think of doing the same thing."
"Oh! of course not," said the breeze, laughing. "I shall be as dumb as a stone wall." And then she gave the flower a good shake and went on her way.
"Little breeze, little breeze," called the dandelion, "whither away so fast?"
"Is there anything the matter with you too?" asked the breeze.
"Nothing at all," answered the dandelion. "Only I should like a few words with you."
"Be quick then," said the breeze, "for I am thinking seriously of lying down and having a rest."
"You cannot help seeing," said the dandelion, "what a fix we are in this year to get all our seeds put out in the world; for, of course, one wishes to do what one can for one's children. What is to happen to the harebell and the poppy and the poor burdock I really don't know. But the thistle and I have put our heads together, and we have hit on a plan. Only we must have you to help us."
"That makesfourof them," thought the breeze, and could not help laughing out loud.
"What are you laughing at?" asked the dandelion. "I saw you whispering just now to the harebell and poppy; but if you breathe a word to them, I won't tell you anything."
"Why, of course not," said the breeze. "I am mute as a fish. What is it you want?"
"We have set up a pretty little umbrella on the top of our seeds. It is the sweetest little plaything imaginable. If you will only blow a little on me, the seeds will fly into the air and fall down wherever you please. Will you do so?""Certainly," said the breeze.And ush! it went over the thistle and the dandelion and carried all the seeds with it into the cornfield.The burdock still stood and pondered. Its head was rather thick, and that was why it waited so long. But in the evening a hare leapt over the hedge."Hide me! Save me!" he cried. "The farmer's dog Trusty is after me.""You can creep behind the hedge," said the burdock, "then I will hide you.""You don't look to me much good for that job," said the hare, "but in time of need one must help oneself as one can." And so he got in safety behind the hedge."Now you may repay me by taking some of my seeds with you over into the cornfield," said the burdock; and it broke off some of its many heads and fixed them on the hare.
"We have set up a pretty little umbrella on the top of our seeds. It is the sweetest little plaything imaginable. If you will only blow a little on me, the seeds will fly into the air and fall down wherever you please. Will you do so?"
"Certainly," said the breeze.
And ush! it went over the thistle and the dandelion and carried all the seeds with it into the cornfield.
The burdock still stood and pondered. Its head was rather thick, and that was why it waited so long. But in the evening a hare leapt over the hedge.
"Hide me! Save me!" he cried. "The farmer's dog Trusty is after me."
"You can creep behind the hedge," said the burdock, "then I will hide you."
"You don't look to me much good for that job," said the hare, "but in time of need one must help oneself as one can." And so he got in safety behind the hedge.
"Now you may repay me by taking some of my seeds with you over into the cornfield," said the burdock; and it broke off some of its many heads and fixed them on the hare.
A little later Trusty came trotting up to the hedge.
"Here's the dog," whispered the burdock, and with one spring the hare leapt over the hedge and into the rye.
"Haven't you seen the hare, burdock?" asked Trusty. "I see I have got too old to go hunting. I am quite blind in one eye, and I have completely lost my scent."
"Yes, I have seen him," answered the burdock; "and if you will do me a service, I will show you where he is."
Trusty agreed, and the burdock fastened some heads on his back, and said to him,—
"If you will only rub yourself against the stile there in the cornfield, my seeds will fall off. But you must not look for the hare there, for a little while ago I saw him run into the wood."
Trusty dropped the burs on the field and trotted to the wood.
"Well, I've gotmyseeds put out in the world all right," said the burdock, and laughed as if much pleased with itself; "but it is impossible to say what will become of the thistle and the dandelion, and the harebell and the poppy."
Spring had come round once more, and the rye stood high already.
"We are pretty well off on the whole," said the rye plants. "Here we stand in a great company, and not one of us but belongs to our own noble family. And we don't get in each other's way in the very least. It is a grand thing to be in the service of man."
But one fine day a crowd of little poppies, and thistles and dandelions, and burdocks and harebells poked up their heads above ground, all amongst the flourishing rye."What doesthismean?" asked the rye. "Where in the world areyousprung from?"And the poppy looked at the harebell and asked, "Where doyoucome from?"And the thistle looked at the burdock andasked, "Where in the world haveyoucome from?"They were all equally astonished, and it was an hour before they had explained. But the rye was the angriest, and when she had heard all about Trusty and the hare and the breeze she grew quite wild."Thank heaven, the farmer shot the hare last autumn," she said; "and Trusty, fortunately, is also dead, the old scamp. So I am at peace, as far astheyare concerned. But how dare the breeze promise to drop the seeds of the weeds in the farmer's cornfield?""Don't be in such a passion, you green rye," said the breeze, who had been lying behind the hedge and hearing everything. "I ask no one's permission, but do as I like; and now I'm going to make you bow to me."
But one fine day a crowd of little poppies, and thistles and dandelions, and burdocks and harebells poked up their heads above ground, all amongst the flourishing rye.
"What doesthismean?" asked the rye. "Where in the world areyousprung from?"
And the poppy looked at the harebell and asked, "Where doyoucome from?"
And the thistle looked at the burdock andasked, "Where in the world haveyoucome from?"
They were all equally astonished, and it was an hour before they had explained. But the rye was the angriest, and when she had heard all about Trusty and the hare and the breeze she grew quite wild.
"Thank heaven, the farmer shot the hare last autumn," she said; "and Trusty, fortunately, is also dead, the old scamp. So I am at peace, as far astheyare concerned. But how dare the breeze promise to drop the seeds of the weeds in the farmer's cornfield?"
"Don't be in such a passion, you green rye," said the breeze, who had been lying behind the hedge and hearing everything. "I ask no one's permission, but do as I like; and now I'm going to make you bow to me."
Then she passed over the young rye, and the thin blades swayed backwards and forwards.
"You see," she said, "the farmer attends to his rye, because that ishisbusiness. But the rain and the sun and I—we attend to all of you without respect of persons. To oureyes the poor weed is just as pretty as the rich corn."
The farmer now came out to look at his rye, and when he saw the weeds in the cornfield he scratched his head with vexation and began to growl.
"It's that scurvy wind that's done this," he said to Jack and Will, as they stood by his side with their hands in the pockets of their new trousers.
But the breeze flew towards them and knocked all their caps off their heads, and rolled them far away to the road. The farmer and the two boys ran after them, but the wind ran faster than they did.
It finished up by rolling the caps into the village pond, and the farmer and the boys had to stand a long time fishing for them before they got them out.
PREPARING for FLIGHT
The swallow was in a bad temper. He sat on the roof close by the starlings' box and drooped his bill.
"There is not a fly left to chase," he whined piteously. "They are all gone, and I amsohungry—sohungry!"
"This morning I could not get a single worm," said the starling, and shook his head wisely.
The stork came strutting along, and stood on one leg in the ploughed field just outside the garden, and looked most melancholy.
"I suppose none of you have seen a frog?" he asked. "There isn't one downin the marsh, and I have not had any breakfast to-day."
Then the thrush flew up and perched on the roof of the starlings' box.
"How crestfallen you all are," he said. "What is the matter with you?"
"Ah," answered the starling, "there's nothing else the matter, only the leaves are beginning to fall off the trees, and the butterflies and flies and worms are all eaten up."
"Yes, that is bad for you," said the thrush.
"Well, isn't it just as bad for you, you conceited creature?" said the swallow.
But the thrush piped gaily and shook his head.
"Not quite," he said. "I have always the fir trees, which don't lose their leaves; and I can live very many weeks yet on all the delicious berries in the wood."
"Let us stop squabbling," said the stork. "We had better consider together what we are to do."
"We can soon agree about that," answered the starling, "for we have no choice. Wemusttravel. All my little ones can fly quite well now; we have been drilling every morning down in the meadow. I have already warned them that we shall be starting off one of these days."
The other birds thought this very sensible—all except the thrush, who thought there was no hurry. So they agreed to collect next day down in the meadow, and hold a grand review of the party that was to travel.
They flew off, each to his own quarters; but up under the roof sat the sparrow, who had heard all they had been saying.
"Ah, if only I could travel with them!" he said to himself. "I should so like to see foreign lands. My neighbour the swallow has told me how delightful it is. Such a lot of flies and cherries and corn, and it's so delightfully warm. But no one asksmeto fly with him. I am only a poor sparrow, and the others are birds of wealth and position."
He sat thinking it all over for a long time, and the more he thought the sadder he became. When the swallow came home inthe evening, the sparrow asked if he could not get him leave to travel with them.
"You? You want to go with us?" asked the swallow, laughing at him scornfully. "You would soon be sick of it. It means flying, flying over land and sea, over hill and dale. Many and many a mile we fly in one journey without a rest. How do you imagine your short wings are going to support you so long as that?"
"Oh, but I should so like to go with you," the sparrow pleaded. "Couldn't you get leave for me to fly with the rest? I have such a longing for it. Imustgo with you."
"I believe you are mad," said the swallow. "You forget who you are."
"Oh no," said the sparrow.
But the swallow took it upon him to instruct him about his position in society.
"Don't you see," he said, "the rich merchant who lived here in the country during the summer has now moved into town, and the baron who lives on Tower Island has done the same? The painter who was staying out here is also by this time in Copenhagen;and they won't come out here again till next spring. We birds of high station act in the same way. As soon as ever we smell winter, we make our way to lands where life is more enjoyable—to the warm south. But you poor wretches must of course stay at home and suffer. That is how things are arranged in this world. It is just the same with day labourers, and cottagers, and other poor folks."
The sparrow said nothing to this long speech; but when the swallow dropped asleep in his nest,helay awake and wept over his hard fate. He had still not quite given up hope of going with them all the same.
Next day the birds came flying from all directions, and settled down in the meadow. There were starlings and storks and swallows, besides many little singing-birds. But neither the cuckoo nor the nightingale was there, for they had left long ago. "Fall in!" commanded an old stork. He had been ten times in Egypt, and was therefore reckoned the wisest of them all.
All the birds lined up, and then the oldest and most experienced went round and saw if they had their travelling equipment in order. All those who had their wings rumpled, or had lost some of their tail-feathers, or did not look strong and well, were dismissed or chased away. If they did not obey commands at once, they were beaten to death without mercy.
You may be sure there was a great disturbance when they discovered the sparrow, who had flown up without being noticed, and had planted himself in the ranks with the others.
"A creature like that!" the starling called out. "Hewants to go too!"
"Such a pair of wings!" said the swallow. "He thinks that with them he can fly to Italy!"And all the birds of passage began to scream at once and laugh at the poor sparrow, who sat quite terrified in the midst of them."I know quite well," he said humbly, "that I am only a poor little sparrow. But I should so like to see the warm, pleasant lands you are going to. Try to take mewith you. I will use my wings as well as ever I can. I implore you to let me come!""He has some cheek, hasn't he?" said the old stork. "But he shall be allowed to keep his miserable life. Chase him away at once, and then let us be off!"So the birds chased the sparrow away, and he hid his miserable self under the eaves.When the review was over, the birds of passage began to make off. Company after company, they flew away through the air, whilst the sparrow peered out from under the eaves and gazed sadly after them."Now they have all gone," he said. "No one but me is left behind.""Me too!" screamed the crow."And me," said the chaffinch."And me too, if you please," peeped the tomtit."Yes," said the sparrow, "that is how it is. It is just as the swallow says—all wepoorbirds must stay here and suffer."
"Such a pair of wings!" said the swallow. "He thinks that with them he can fly to Italy!"
And all the birds of passage began to scream at once and laugh at the poor sparrow, who sat quite terrified in the midst of them.
"I know quite well," he said humbly, "that I am only a poor little sparrow. But I should so like to see the warm, pleasant lands you are going to. Try to take mewith you. I will use my wings as well as ever I can. I implore you to let me come!"
"He has some cheek, hasn't he?" said the old stork. "But he shall be allowed to keep his miserable life. Chase him away at once, and then let us be off!"
So the birds chased the sparrow away, and he hid his miserable self under the eaves.
When the review was over, the birds of passage began to make off. Company after company, they flew away through the air, whilst the sparrow peered out from under the eaves and gazed sadly after them.
"Now they have all gone," he said. "No one but me is left behind."
"Me too!" screamed the crow.
"And me," said the chaffinch.
"And me too, if you please," peeped the tomtit.
"Yes," said the sparrow, "that is how it is. It is just as the swallow says—all wepoorbirds must stay here and suffer."
The winter had come. Over all the fields lay the snow, and there was ice on thewater. All the leaves lay dead and shrivelled on the ground; and there were no flowers, except here and there a poor frozen daisy, which stood gleaming white among the yellow grass.
And the flies and the gnats, and the butterflies and the cockchafers were dead. The snake lay torpid, and so did the lizard. The frog had gone into his winter quarters at the bottom of the pond, sitting deep in the mud, with only his nose sticking up into the air. And that was how he intended to sit the whole winter through.
The birds who had remained behind had not, after all, such a very bad time of it. The crows held great gatherings every evening in the wood, and screamed and chattered so loudly one could hear them ever so far away. The chaffinch and the tomtit hopped about cheerfully enough in the bushes, and picked up what they could find. The sparrow alone was always out of sorts. He sat on the ridge of the roof and hunched himself up, but the whole time he was thinking about the birds of passage."They are there by this time," he said to himself. "Here we have ice and snow; but down south, in the pleasant, warm countries, they have endless summer. Here I have a job to find even some dry bread; buttherethey have more than they can manage to eat. Ah, if one only had gone with them!"
The birds who had remained behind had not, after all, such a very bad time of it. The crows held great gatherings every evening in the wood, and screamed and chattered so loudly one could hear them ever so far away. The chaffinch and the tomtit hopped about cheerfully enough in the bushes, and picked up what they could find. The sparrow alone was always out of sorts. He sat on the ridge of the roof and hunched himself up, but the whole time he was thinking about the birds of passage.
"They are there by this time," he said to himself. "Here we have ice and snow; but down south, in the pleasant, warm countries, they have endless summer. Here I have a job to find even some dry bread; buttherethey have more than they can manage to eat. Ah, if one only had gone with them!"
"Come down and join us," called the chaffinch and the tomtit.
But the sparrow shook his head, and remained sitting on the ridge of the roof.
"I am consumed with longing, I can't endure it!" he screamed, and he took a long flight to cool his blood.
But it was of no use. Wherever he came, it seemed to him that everything was so wretched and bare.
Out in the field the lark was flying up to the sky and singing its trills.
"Good-morning, sparrow," it twittered. "I am glad to see that you have not gone away. I am also staying on, as long as I can stand it. It is so delightful at homehere, even in winter. Only see how the trees have decked themselves out with hoarfrost, how the ice glistens, and how gleaming white the snow is!"
"It is miserable," said the sparrow. "Poverty and want everywhere."
But the lark did not hear a word of what he said; he flew on his way, singing joyously.
"Craw!" screamed the black jackdaws. "The winter is not so bad after all." And then they walked proudly round the field and looked about on all sides, for they knew that they cut a fine figure against the white snow.
"The winter is really quite peaceful," said the field-mouse, as he stuck his nose out of his hole. "If only it doesn't stay too long, the food will last. I filled my pantry well last summer, and as long as one has food one can always keep warm."
The sparrow heard it all, but it did not do him a bit of good.
"They seem to be contented enough with their lot," he said to himself, "and Isuppose it is all right for them. But this miserable life of mine does not satisfyme!"
So he flew home in the sulks, and settled himself again on the ridge of the roof.
"Oh, I know what I will do," he cried suddenly. "I will creep into the swallow's nest and sleep there to-night, then I can dream that I am a swallow."
And he did so, and dreamt all night that he was flying over hill and dale, over land and sea, all the way to Italy. He thought he was so light, so free, and his wings carried him as straight as an arrow through the air. It was the most delightful dream he had ever had.
After this he crept every evening into the swallow's nest, and lay there till ever so late in the morning. When he came out, he sat crunched up on the ridge of the roof or in the bare lime tree. If the gardener's wife had not thrown out some crumbs to him now and then, he would certainly have starved to death. For he didn't care a rap about anything; he merely longed for the evening to come, so that he could dreamagain. Every evening he dreamt the same thing, but he never grew tired of it.
"This is nearly as good as actually going with them," he thought. "If only I could dream in the daytime in the same way."
But in time his head got quite muddled, and he paid no attention to anything.
Little by little the winter was slipping away, and now it was gone altogether. The days grew longer, and there was more warmth in the sunshine.
"What! are you still here?" said the sun. And he stared so hard at the snow that at last it grew quite bashful, and melted away and sank into the earth.
"Wait a moment," said the cloud to the sun; "we must have a thorough cleaning before your turn comes."
So it fell like a sousing rain on the earth, washing the leaves of the trees and bushes, and collecting into quite a little lake on the ice.
"Now I am coming! now I am coming!" said the real lake, which lay below, under the ice.
It heaved its breast, and with a great sighthe roof of ice burst, and all the little scales began hopping and dancing like boys who have escaped from school.
Then the sun broke out from the cloud, and a thousand little green shoots peeped up from the earth.
"Lend me your wings," said the winter to the storm; "I must be off."
And away it flew to the cold lands right away in the north, where there is winter always.
At last a message came from my Lady Spring that now they might expect her any day.
The only person who saw nothing of what was going on was the sparrow. The whole day he lay there in the swallow's nest, only flying out for a quarter of an hour to take a little bit of food. He hadn't the least idea that it was now going to be summer again. He had grown quite silly, and imagined that he was the swallow.But one day the swallow came back."Chee! chee!" he peeped; "is everything in order to receive us?"This is what he wished first of all to see about, and so he flew all day long over cornfield and meadow."There are not many gnats here yet, but they may still come," he said in the evening when he came home.Then he peeped into the starlings' box to say "How-do" to his neighbours; but it chanced that at the moment there was no one at home, so he got ready to go to bed.But when he was going to creep into his nest he noticed there was somebody there already."What's this?" he said. "Who has taken the liberty to borrow my nest?"
The only person who saw nothing of what was going on was the sparrow. The whole day he lay there in the swallow's nest, only flying out for a quarter of an hour to take a little bit of food. He hadn't the least idea that it was now going to be summer again. He had grown quite silly, and imagined that he was the swallow.
But one day the swallow came back.
"Chee! chee!" he peeped; "is everything in order to receive us?"
This is what he wished first of all to see about, and so he flew all day long over cornfield and meadow.
"There are not many gnats here yet, but they may still come," he said in the evening when he came home.
Then he peeped into the starlings' box to say "How-do" to his neighbours; but it chanced that at the moment there was no one at home, so he got ready to go to bed.
But when he was going to creep into his nest he noticed there was somebody there already.
"What's this?" he said. "Who has taken the liberty to borrow my nest?"
"It is not yours," said the sparrow, who was lying there. "Iam the swallow, and I have just come home from Africa. You may take my word for it, it was delightful there. I have heaps of things to tell you."
The swallow sat for a moment quite speechless. Then he screamed out in a furious passion,—
"You may take my word for it, Ishall have something to say toyou, you wretched sparrow! I might have guessed it was you who had the impudence to steal my nest. I noticed you were a little cracked even last year. Now, look sharp and come out of that.At once, I say!"
But it was no good the swallow's screaming and threatening. The sparrow was quite sure that he was in the right. He went on telling the swallow how he had just come home from Africa, and was so tired he really must have a quiet time to sleep.
"I will have my revenge," said the swallow as he flew away.
And there in the nest the sparrow lay asleep, dreaming of the warm, delightful land with all the gnats and flies and cherries.
He was still lying fast asleep when, in the middle of the night, the swallow came back. He had filled his broad bill with mud, and quite quietly began to wall up the hole into the nest. To and fro he flew the whole night long, and by the time the sun rose the hole was quite closed up.
"Now he's happy," thought the swallow, as he began to build himself a new nest.
Three days later the swallow and the starling met in the meadow. They said, "How do you do?" and told each other all they had gone through since they last saw one another.
"The most remarkable thing comes last," said the swallow. "Just fancy! When I came home I found the sparrow had taken my nest, and I could not get him to come out."
"Well, I never!" cried the starling. "What on earth did you do to him?"
"Come and see," answered the swallow.
They both flew off to the nest, and the swallow told him how he had taken his revenge. Then they pecked a hole with their bills, and out fell the poor sparrow to the ground quite dead.
"It serves him right," said the swallow.
And the starling nodded, for he thought so too.
But the chaffinch and the tomtit stoodbelow on the ground and gazed at the dead bird.
"Poor sparrow!" said the chaffinch. "I am sorry for him."
"He couldn't expect a better fate," said the tomtit. "He was ambitious; and that is what one has no right to be when one is only a sparrow."