. . . great icebergs were floating about. These, she said, looked like pearls, although all were much larger than the church towers in the land of human beings. She sat down upon one of these pearls, and let the wind play with her long hair; but then all the ships set their sails in fear, and sailed away as quickly as they could.
Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales.
By William Woodburn.
Illustrated by Gordon Robinson.
W. & R. Chambers, Limited: London & Edinburgh. 1917.
The yellow frog stood by Coralie in a sentimental way, and held her hand in his.
“Don’t you have any friends or companions at all?” asked Diantha.
Oh, yes, indeed,” said the mermaid. “See, your doll has found some of them. Clever people – dolls.”
Diantha looked down with astonishment. Coralie had slipped from her lap and was sitting at the edge of the pool. More, she was sitting almost in the pool!
And grouped about her were a number of frogs! She seemed to be having a very good time. She was smiling hard, at least. One green frog sat in front of her telling her a story, to which Coralie and the other frogs were listening eagerly, and a very good-looking, yellowish young frog stood by Coralie in a most sentimental way, and held her hand in his.
‘Your beautiful form,’ replied the witch, ‘your graceful movements, and speaking eyes. With such as these, it will be easy to win a vain human heart. Well, now, have you lost courage? Put out your little tongue, that I may cut it off, and take it for myself, in return for my magic drink.’