Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen

ing eagle-eyes sparkled, while she wriggled and twisted her skinny neck more quickly and strang

could be seen by his countenance that he o

u are, Rudy!" sa

Rudy, with a laugh; bu

said the old woman, "t

ch a longing for that deep valley as he now had. "They must have returned home by this time," sa

w he was more inclined to hear Rudy's adventures while hunting and travelling, and to listen to his descriptions of the difficulties the chamois-hunter has to overcome on the mountain-tops, or of the dangerous snow-drifts which the wind and weather cause to cling to the edges of the rocks, or to lie in the form of a frail bridge over the abyss beneath. The eyes of the brave Rudy sparkled as he described the life of a hunter, or spoke of the cunning of the chamois and their wonderful lea

Rudy's reply. "The eagle could not be

santly; but the evening seemed too short for Rudy, although it was

gh the green foliage, out through the open skylight came the parlor-cat on

on, which the father knows nothing about. Rudy and Babette have been treading on each other's paws, under t

have mewed," sai

r," said the other. "I am quite curious to know what

he omnibus that runs between the two cantons, Valais and Vaud. These cantons are separated by the Rhone, over which is a bridge that unites them. Rudy, as usual, had plenty of courage, and indulged in pleasant thought

l end. Rudy came here this evening, and he and Babette had much whispering and secret conversation together.

r at once,' said he; 'it

' asked Babette; 'it w

y; 'but if you are with me, he must b

pened the door, and entered together. I was before them, and jumped on the back of a chair. I hardly know what Rudy said; but the miller flew into a rag

y? Did they speak?" a

they go a-wooing-'I love her, and she loves me; and when ther

miller; 'she has heaps of gold, as you kn

man cannot reach, if he will,' ans

agle,' said the miller, laughing. 'Ba

e them both,

miller; and he laughed till the tears stood in his eyes. 'But now I thank you for this

r voice sounded as mournful as the mew of

and man,' said Rudy. 'Do not weep, Ba

e,' said the miller, 'and we shal

one, and Babette sits and weeps, while the miller sings German songs that he learnt

is a very strange affai