A Little Book of Profitable Tales

in the forest. "You lift your head among the clouds to-nigh

ne-tree. "And the wind sings of the snow-king to-night; to all my quest

o-morrow?" inquired the tiny snowd

ing about it as they went through the forest to-day, and

ks down there talking ab

about the prince

the pine-tree, "but not until the day daw

east is black, and only the w

pine-tree to the fir; "with your constan

ted the fir, slapping the pine-tree sav

his largest cone at the fir; and for a moment or two it looked

tartled tone; "there is some

snowdrop nestled closer to the vine, while the vine hug

ne of assumed bravery. "No one would ve

s voice. "Will you not let me watch w

e down?" inquired th

r me from my tree

y blossoms?" plaintiv

bara; "I have come only to wa

he city, and how she longed to see the prince, who was to come on the morrow.

d the pine-tree, "and

fe your temples and body and limbs

, and I will sing you my lit

sted in the velvety snow at the foot of the pine-tree, and the vine ch

noisy wind again, but this time it wa

rought you the little snowflake. I am glad you came away from the city, for

to the city again. And we can imagine that it played rare pranks with the proud,

lake, "I will watch with thee

ed the little snowflake, that was

ne, "what do you see in the east? Ha

d the pine-tree, "and the winds that hu

"I can see the lights in the cathedral, and I can

the prince in the cathed

first," whispered th

hrough the forest," said the

all behold the prince in all h

ing-places to prowl about and to disport themselves. Barbara beheld them all in great wonder and trepidation, for s

vine to Barbara,-"fear nothing

rous scurrying, the elves and the gnomes and the other grotesque spirits sought their abiding places in the caves

d Barbara. "My hands a

now from their broad boughs, and the snow fell

the vine, kissing Barbara's

ed the violet. And Barbara said, "I am going to sleep; w

ey would. So Bar