Children's Classics in Dramatic Form by Augusta Stevenson
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VERY OLD SPARROW. Do you know, stranger bird, that, with these crumbs, you have brought us in all one loaf? [_Our Sparrow drops the crust for the others. At once it changes into_ INGÉ. _The birds fly away frightened._] INGÉ. Ah! Now I understand. The loaf had to be made up, crumb by crumb. [_The_ WICKED ELF _suddenly appears._] WICKED ELF. Come, pretty maid, come to the Elf Hill! INGÉ. No, no! I will not! WICKED ELF. But we have such pretty things to tell you! INGÉ. I care not for your pretty things! I go to fetch wood for my mother. I go to walk in the mud if need be. Away with you! I'll have none of you! Away, away, I say! THE UGLY DUCKLING SCENE I TIME: _one summer morning_. |
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