Of the Flower-Garden At the Old Woman’s Who Unders

ButwhatbecameoflittleGerdawhenKaydidnotreturn? Wherecouldhebe? Nobodyknew;nobodycouldgiveanyintelligence. Alltheboysknewwas, thattheyhadseenhimtiehissledgetoanotherlargeandsplendidone, whichdrovedownthestreetandoutofthetown. Nobodyknewwherehewas;manysadtearswereshed,andlittleGerdaweptlongandbitterly; atlastshesaidhemustbedead; thathehadbeendrownedintheriverwhichflowedclosetothetown. Oh!thosewereverylonganddismalwinterevenings! 

Atlastspringcame,withitswarmsunshine. 

"Kayisdeadandgone!"saidlittleGerda. 

"ThatIdon’tbelieve,"saidtheSunshine. 

"Kayisdeadandgone!"saidshetotheSwallows. 

"ThatIdon’tbelieve,"saidthey: andatlastlittleGerdadidnotthinksoanylongereither. 

"I’llputonmyredshoes,"saidshe,onemorning; "Kayhasneverseenthem,andthenI’llgodowntotheriverandaskthere." 

Itwasquiteearly; shekissedheroldgrandmother,whowasstillasleep, putonherredshoes, andwentalonetotheriver. 

"Isittruethatyouhavetakenmylittleplayfellow? Iwillmakeyouapresentofmyredshoes,ifyouwillgivehimbacktome." 

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