HANS ANDERSEN'S FAIRY TALES
PART THE THIRD
THE ENCHANTED FLOWER-GARDEN
BUT how fared it with little Gerda when Kay never returned? Where could he be? No one knew, no one could give any account of him. The boy said that they had seen him fasten his sledge to another larger and very handsome one which had driven into the street, and thence through the gates of the town. No one knew where he was, and many were the tears that were shed; little Gerda wept much and long, for the boys said he must be dead, he must have been drowned in the river that flowed not far from the town. Oh, how long and dismal the winter days were now! At last came the spring, with its warm sunshine.
'Alas, Kay is dead and gone,' said little Gerda.
'That I do not believe,' said the sunshine.
'He is dead and gone,' said she to the swallows.
'That we do not believe,' returned they, and at last little Gerda herself did not believe it.
'I will put on my new red shoes,' said she one morning, 'those which Kay has never seen, and then I will go down to the river and ask after him.'
It was quite early. She kissed her old grandmother, who was still sleeping, put on her red shoes, and went alone through the gates of the town towards the river.
'Is it true,' said she, 'that thou hast taken my little playfellow away? I will give thee my red shoes if thou wilt restore him to me!'
And the wavelets of the river flowed towards her in a manner which she fancied was unusual; she fancied that they 80
