terribly about things which were not true. We should take this
to heart, so that it may not happen to us, for we cannot indeed
tell if we may not some day come to the rag-bag, and be made into
white paper, on which will be printed our whole history, even the
most secret parts, so that we too go about the world relating it,
like the shirt-collar.






The Princess in the Chest
Translated from the Danish.



There were once a king and a queen who lived in a beautiful
castle, and had a large, and fair, and rich, and happy land to
rule over. From the very first they loved each other greatly,
and lived very happily together, but they had no heir.

They had been married for seven years, but had neither son nor
daughter, and that was a great grief to both of them. More than
once it happened that when the king was in a bad temper, he let
it out on the poor queen, and said that here they were now,
getting old, and neither they nor the kingdom had an heir, and it
was all her fault. This was hard to listen to, and she went and
cried and vexed herself.