The Old House

Somewhere in the street stood an old, old house; it was almost three hundred years old, as you could tell from the date cut into the great beam.

The Shadow

It is in the hot countries that the sun burns down in earnest, turning the people there a deep mahogany-brown. 

Little Tuck

Yes, that was little Tuck.

The Neighboring Families

One would certainly think that something quite unusual had happened in the duck pond to cause such a commotion, but nothing really had happened.

The Old Street Lamp

Have you ever heard the story of the old Street Lamp?

A View From Vartou's Window

Near the green ramparts that run around Copenhagen is a large red house with many windows.

A Picture From the Ramparts

It is autumn, and we are standing on the ramparts of the citadel, gazing at the ships on the sound and the distant coast of Sweden beyond, bright in the evening sunlight.

The Little Match Girl

It was so terribly cold.

The Darning Needle

Once upon a time there was a darning needle who imagined she was so fine that she was really a sewing needle.

Grandmother

Grandmother is so very old; she has so many wrinkles, and her hair is completely white, but her eyes shine just like two stars; yes, yet they are much more beautiful; they are so gentle, so wonderful to look into.