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The Dream Of Little Tuk The Dream Of Little Tuk

The Dream Of Little Tuk
Ah! yes, that was little Tuk: in reality his name was not Tuk, but that was what he called himself before he could speak plain: he meant it for Charles, and it is all well enough if one does but know it. He had now to take care of his little sister Augusta, who was much younger than himself, and he was, besides, to learn his lesson at the same time; but these two things would not do together at all. There sat the poor little fellow, with his sister on his lap, and he sang to her all the songs... Short Stories - Post by : infoseeker - Date : October 2009 - Author : Hans Christian Andersen - Read : 4234

The Shadow The Shadow

The Shadow
It is in the hot lands that the sun burns, sure enough! there the people become quite a mahogany brown, ay, and in the HOTTEST lands they are burnt to Negroes. But now it was only to the HOT lands that a learned man had come from the cold; there he thought that he could run about just as when at home, but he soon found out his mistake.He, and all sensible folks, were obliged to stay within doors--the window-shutters and doors were closed the whole day; it looked as if the whole house slept, or there was no one at... Short Stories - Post by : DavidS - Date : October 2009 - Author : Hans Christian Andersen - Read : 4002

The False Collar The False Collar

The False Collar
There was once a fine gentleman, all of whose moveables were a boot-jack and a hair-comb: but he had the finest false collars in the world; and it is about one of these collars that we are now to hear a story.It was so old, that it began to think of marriage; and it happened that it came to be washed in company with a garter."Nay!" said the collar. "I never did see anything so slender and so fine, so soft and so neat. May I not ask your name?""That I shall not tell you!" said the garter."Where do you live?"... Short Stories - Post by : ianherculson - Date : October 2009 - Author : Hans Christian Andersen - Read : 3576

The Story Of A Mother The Story Of A Mother

The Story Of A Mother
A mother sat there with her little child. She was so downcast, so afraid that it should die! It was so pale, the small eyes had closed themselves, and it drew its breath so softly, now and then, with a deep respiration, as if it sighed; and the mother looked still more sorrowfully on the little creature.Then a knocking was heard at the door, and in came a poor old man wrapped up as in a large horse-cloth, for it warms one, and he needed it, as it was the cold winter season! Everything out-of doors was covered with ice and... Short Stories - Post by : TexasDan - Date : October 2009 - Author : Hans Christian Andersen - Read : 5950

The Happy Family The Happy Family

The Happy Family
Really, the largest green leaf in this country is a dockleaf; if one holds it before one, it is like a whole apron, and if one holds it over one's head in rainy weather, it is almost as good as an umbrella, for it is so immensely large. The burdock never grows alone, but where there grows one there always grow several: it is a great delight, and all this delightfulness is snails' food. The great white snails which persons of quality in former times made fricassees of, ate, and said, "Hem, hem! how delicious!" for they thought it tasted so... Short Stories - Post by : fishingtoys - Date : October 2009 - Author : Hans Christian Andersen - Read : 5265

The Old House The Old House

The Old House
In the street, up there, was an old, a very old house-it was almost three hundred years old, for that might be known by reading the great beam on which the date of the year was carved: together with tulips and hop-binds there were whole verses spelled as in former times, and over every window was a distorted face cut out in the beam. The one story stood forward a great way over the other; and directly under the eaves was a leaden spout with a dragon's head; the rain-water should have run out of the mouth, but it ran out... Short Stories - Post by : Greycap - Date : October 2009 - Author : Hans Christian Andersen - Read : 5452

The Bell The Bell

The Bell
People said "The Evening Bell is sounding, the sun is setting." For a strange wondrous tone was heard in the narrow streets of a large town. It was like the sound of a church-bell: but it was only heard for a moment, for the rolling of the carriages and the voices of the multitude made too great a noise.Those persons who were walking outside the town the houses were farther apart, with gardens or little fields between them, could see the evening sky still better, and heard the sound of the bell much more distinctly. It was as if the... Short Stories - Post by : jclinfo - Date : October 2009 - Author : Hans Christian Andersen - Read : 6386

The Elderbush The Elderbush

The Elderbush
Once upon a time there was a little boy who had taken cold. He had gone out and got his feet wet; though nobody could imagine how it had happened, for it was quite dry weather. So his mother undressed him, put him to bed, and had the tea-pot brought in, to make him a good cup of Elderflower tea. Just at that moment the merry old man came in who lived up a-top of the house all alone; for he had neither wife nor children--but he liked children very much, and knew so many fairy tales, that it was quite... Short Stories - Post by : wjlucas - Date : October 2009 - Author : Hans Christian Andersen - Read : 6757

The Leap-frog The Leap-frog

The Leap-frog
A Flea, a Grasshopper, and a Leap-frog once wanted to see which could jump highest; and they invited the whole world, and everybody else besides who chose to come to see the festival. Three famous jumpers were they, as everyone would say, when they all met together in the room."I will give my daughter to him who jumps highest," exclaimed the King; "for it is not so amusing where there is no prize to jump for."The Flea was the first to step forward. He had exquisite manners, and bowed to the company on all sides; for he had noble blood, and... Short Stories - Post by : Safari - Date : October 2009 - Author : Hans Christian Andersen - Read : 7013

The Fir Tree The Fir Tree

The Fir Tree
Out in the woods stood a nice little Fir Tree. The place he had was a very good one: the sun shone on him: as to fresh air, there was enough of that, and round him grew many large-sized comrades, pines as well as firs. But the little Fir wanted so very much to be a grown-up tree.He did not think of the warm sun and of the fresh air; he did not care for the little cottage children that ran about and prattled when they were in the woods looking for wild-strawberries. The children often came with a whole pitcher... Short Stories - Post by : Blase - Date : October 2009 - Author : Hans Christian Andersen - Read : 6240

The Real Princess The Real Princess

The Real Princess
There was once a Prince who wished to marry a Princess; but then she must be a real Princess. He travelled all over the world in hopes of finding such a lady; but there was always something wrong. Princesses he found in plenty; but whether they were real Princesses it was impossible for him to decide, for now one thing, now another, seemed to him not quite right about the ladies. At last he returned to his palace quite cast down, because he wished so much to have a real Princess for his wife.One evening a fearful tempest arose, it thundered... Short Stories - Post by : forunme - Date : October 2009 - Author : Hans Christian Andersen - Read : 7244

Nelly's Hospital Nelly's Hospital

Nelly's Hospital
Nelly sat beside her mother picking lint; but while her fingers flew, her eyes often looked wistfully out into the meadow, golden with buttercups, and bright with sunshine. Presently she said, rather bashfully, but very earnestly, "Mamma, I want to tell you a little plan I've made, if you'll please not laugh."I think I can safely promise that, my dear," said her mother, putting down her work that she might listen quite respectfully. looked pleased, and went on confidingly,"Since brother Will came home with his lame foot, and I've helped you tend him, I've heard a great deal about hospitals,... Short Stories - Post by : dtyler - Date : October 2009 - Author : Louisa May Alcott - Read : 8260

The Brothers The Brothers

The Brothers
Doctor Franck came in as I sat sewing up the rents in an old shirt, that Tom might go tidily to his grave. New shirts were needed for the living, and there was no wife or mother to "dress him handsome when he went to meet the Lord," as one woman said, describing the fine funeral she had pinched herself to give her son."Miss Dane, I'm in a quandary," began the r, with that expression of countenance which says as plainly as words, "I want to ask a favor, but I wish you'd save me the trouble.""Can I help you... Short Stories - Post by : krissie20 - Date : October 2009 - Author : Louisa May Alcott - Read : 8018

Debby's Debut Debby's Debut

Debby's Debut
On a cheery June day Mrs. Penelope Carroll and her niece Debby Wilder, were whizzing along on their way to a certain gay watering-place, both in the best of humors with each other and all the world beside. Aunt Pen was concocting sundry mild romances, and laying harmless plots for the pursuance of her favorite pastime, match-making; for she had invited her pretty relative to join her summer jaunt, ostensibly that the girl might see a little of fashionable life, but the good lady secretly proposed to herself to take her to the beach and get her a rich husband, very... Short Stories - Post by : WealthCountry - Date : October 2009 - Author : Louisa May Alcott - Read : 8744

The Swineherd The Swineherd

The Swineherd
There was once a poor Prince, who had a kingdom. His kingdom was very small, but still quite large enough to marry upon; and he wished to marry.It was certainly rather cool of him to say to the Emperor's daughter, "Will you have me?" But so he did; for his name was renowned far and wide; and there were a hundred princesses who would have answered, "Yes!" and "Thank you kindly." We shall see what this princess said.Listen!It happened that where the Prince's father lay buried, there grew a rose tree--a most beautiful rose tree, which blossomed only once in every... Short Stories - Post by : cliffsbiz - Date : October 2009 - Author : Hans Christian Andersen - Read : 9850

The Emperor's New Clothes The Emperor's New Clothes

The Emperor's New Clothes
Many years ago, there was an Emperor, who was so excessively fond of new clothes, that he spent all his money in dress. He did not trouble himself in the least about his soldiers; nor did he care to go either to the theatre or the chase, except for the opportunities then afforded him for displaying his new clothes. He had a different suit for each hour of the day; and as of any other king or emperor, one is accustomed to say, "he is sitting in council," it was always said of him, "The Emperor is sitting in his wardrobe."Time... Short Stories - Post by : fergalbyrne - Date : October 2009 - Author : Hans Christian Andersen - Read : 10966