Good Stories for Holidays | Page 8

the fire. Immediately the flames rose toward the sky, the snow began to melt and the trees and shrubs to bud. The grass became green, and from between its blades peeped the pale primrose. It was spring, and the meadows were blue with violets.
``Gather them quickly, Marouckla,'' said March.
Joyfully she hastened to pick the flowers, and having soon a large bunch she thanked them and ran home. Helen and the stepmother were amazed at the sight of the flowers, the scent of which filled the house.
``Where did you find them?'' asked Helen.
``Under the trees on the mountain-side,'' said Marouckla.
Helen kept the flowers for herself and her mother. She did not even thank her stepsister for the trouble she had taken. The next day she desired Marouckla to fetch her strawberries.
``Run,'' said she, ``and fetch me strawberries from the mountain. They must be very sweet and ripe.''
``But whoever heard of strawberries ripening in the snow?'' exclaimed Marouckla.
``Hold your tongue, worm; don't answer me. If I don't have my strawberries I will kill you,'' said Helen.
Then the stepmother pushed Marouckla into the yard and bolted the door. The unhappy girl made her way toward the mountain and to the large fire round which sat the Twelve Months. The great January occupied the highest place.
``Men of God, may I warm myself at your fire? The winter cold chills me,'' said she, drawing near.
The great January raised his head and asked: ``Why comest thou here? What dost thou seek?''
``I am looking for strawberries,'' said she.
``We are in the midst of winter,'' replied January, ``strawberries do not grow in the snow.''
``I know,'' said the girl sadly, ``but my sister and stepmother have ordered me to bring them strawberries. If I do not they will kill me. Pray, good shepherds, tell me where to find them.''
The great January arose, crossed over to the Month opposite him, and putting the wand in his hand, said: ``Brother June, do thou take the highest place.''
June obeyed, and as he waved his wand over the fire the flames leaped toward the sky. Instantly the snow melted, the earth was covered with verdure, trees were clothed with leaves, birds began to sing, and various flowers blossomed in the forest. It was summer. Under the bushes masses of star-shaped flowers changed into ripening strawberries, and instantly they covered the glade, making it look like a sea of blood.
``Gather them quickly, Marouckla,'' said June.
Joyfully she thanked the Months, and having filled her apron ran happily home.
Helen and her mother wondered at seeing the strawberries, which filled the house with their delicious fragrance.
``Wherever did you find them?'' asked Helen crossly.
``Right up among the mountains. Those from under the beech trees are not bad,'' answered Marouckla.
Helen gave a few to her mother and ate the rest herself. Not one did she offer to her stepsister. Being tired of strawberries, on the third day she took a fancy for some fresh, red apples.
``Run, Marouckla,'' said she, ``and fetch me fresh, red apples from the mountain.''
``Apples in winter, sister? Why, the trees have neither leaves nor fruit!''
``Idle thing, go this minute,'' said Helen; ``unless you bring back apples we will kill you.''
As before, the stepmother seized her roughly and turned her out of the house. The poor girl went weeping up the mountain, across the deep snow, and on toward the fire round which were the Twelve Months. Motionless they sat there, and on the highest stone was the great January.
``Men of God, may I warm myself at your fire? The winter cold chills me,'' said she, drawing near.
The great January raised his head. ``Why comest thou here? What does thou seek?'' asked he.
``I am come to look for red apples,'' replied Marouckla.
``But this is winter, and not the season for red apples,'' observed the great January.
``I know,'' answered the girl, ``but my sister and stepmother sent me to fetch red apples from the mountain. If I return without them they will kill me.''
Thereupon the great January arose and went over to one of the elderly Months, to whom he handed the wand saying:--
``Brother September, do thou take the highest place.''
September moved to the highest stone, and waved his wand over the fire. There was a flare of red flames, the snow disappeared, but the fading leaves which trembled on the trees were sent by a cold northeast wind in yellow masses to the glade. Only a few flowers of autumn were visible. At first Marouckla looked in vain for red apples. Then she espied a tree which grew at a great height, and from the branches of this hung the bright, red fruit. September ordered her to gather some quickly. The girl was delighted and shook the tree. First one apple fell, then another.
``That is enough,'' said September; ``hurry home.''
Thanking the Months she returned joyfully. Helen