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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
| The Fellow Traveller | |
| The first night he was obliged to lie on a haycock in the open fields | 173 |
| Before the church door stood an aged beggar, leaning on a crutch | 173 |
| “Of course,” said the ugly men, “if you pay his debt, we will neither of us lay a finger upon him” | 174 |
| Took out a box, saying that he had an ointment which would immediately make her leg whole again | 175 |
| Seized the Queen by the middle of her slender waist, so that it cracked again | 176 |
| The Queen knelt down | 176 |
| He cut off the two wings of the dead swan, at a single blow, and kept them | 177 |
| He, and all his soldiers used to kneel and pray that the Princess might grow good | 177 |
| They now heard the mob cheering outside the inn. The Princess was passing by | 178 |
| A frightful sight to behold! From every tree hung three or four kings’ sons | 179 |
| The Princess, wrapped in a flowing white robe, flew over the city | 180 |
| The judges sat in their arm-chairs with their heads propped up, because they had so much to think about | 181 |
| Thrashed her more violently than before, having taken two rods with him | 182 |
| But the Princess lay on the sofa, and would not speak a word | 182 |
| “So much the better,” said the old King; “that’s just what I wish” | 183 |
| The Princess shrieked aloud when he dipped her into the water | 184 |
| The old King dandled his grandchildren on his knees, and let them play with his sceptre | 185 |
| The Little Match Girl | |
| She now sat down, cowering in a corner. She had drawn her little feet under her, but felt colder than ever | 186 |
| And—what was more delightful still—the goose jumped down and waddled along the ground with a knife and fork in its breast | 187 |
| The Real Princess | |
| There came a knock at the town gate, and the old king went and opened it | 189 |
| But she said nothing, and went into a spare room and laid a pea on the sacking of the bedstead | 190 |
| “I scarcely closed my eyes all night! I do not know what was in the bed” | 190 |
| Under the Willow | |
| It was impossible to get him to go and paddle | 191 |
| One evening he told a story, which greatly impressed them | 192 |
| And told to a party of children the story of their mute affection, which led to nothing | 193 |
| He should certainly not be mute, like those two gingerbreads | 194 |
| She poured out the tea, and she herself offered him a cup | 195 |
| Canute went out into the town and looked up at her window | 195 |
| Joan turned as pale as death; she let go his hand | 196 |
| As she had a whole handful of roses, she gave him one also | 197 |
| Right opposite there was a great, old willow-tree | 198 |
| The girls nodded to him from the wooden balconies of the houses, as they made their lace | 199 |
| Canute looked right into her face and she looked right into Canute’s face; but she did not recognise him | 199 |
| And here stood Joan in all her magnificence, with the golden crown on | 200 |
| She bent her head over his face, and ice-cold tears trickled from her eyes | 201 |
| Little Claus and Big Claus | |
| She was pouring him out wine, while he was busy with his fork in the fish | 203 |
