The Pink Fairy Book | Page 5

and called out, 'Now press hard, just to see if he will be able to get out.'
The dragon pressed as hard as he could, but the lid never moved.
'It is all right,' he cried; 'now you can open it.'
But instead of opening it, the young man drove in long nails to make it
tighter still; then he took the box on his back and brought it to the king.
And when the king heard that the dragon was inside, he was so excited
that he would not wait one moment, but broke the lock and lifted the lid
just a little way to make sure he was really there. He was very careful
not to leave enough space for the dragon to jump out, but unluckily
there was just room for his great mouth, and with one snap the king
vanished down his wide red jaws. Then the young man married the
king's daughter and ruled over the land, but what he did with the dragon
nobody knows.

The Goblin and the Grocer Translated from the German of Hans
Andersen.

There was once a hard-working student who lived in an attic, and he
had nothing in the world of his own. There was also a hard-working
grocer who lived on the first floor, and he had the whole house for his
own.
The Goblin belonged to him, for every Christmas Eve there was
waiting for him at the grocer's a dish of jam with a large lump of butter
in the middle.
The grocer could afford this, so the Goblin stayed in the grocer's shop;
and this teaches us a good deal. One evening the student came in by the
back door to buy a candle and some cheese; he had no one to send, so
he came himself.
He got what he wanted, paid for it, and nodded a good evening to the
grocer and his wife (she was a woman who could do more than nod;
she could talk).
When the student had said good night he suddenly stood still, reading
the sheet of paper in which the cheese had been wrapped.
It was a leaf torn out of an old book--a book of poetry
'There's more of that over there!' said the grocer 'I gave an old woman

some coffee for the book. If you like to give me twopence you can have
the rest.'
'Yes,' said the student, 'give me the book instead of the cheese. I can eat
my bread without cheese. It would be a shame to leave the book to be
torn up. You are a clever and practical man, but about poetry you
understand as much as that old tub over there!'
And that sounded rude as far as the tub was concerned, but the grocer
laughed, and so did the student. It was only said in fun.
But the Goblin was angry that anyone should dare to say such a thing to
a grocer who owned the house and sold the best butter.
When it was night and the shop was shut, and everyone was in bed
except the student, the Goblin went upstairs and took the grocer's wife's
tongue. She did not use it when she was asleep, and on whatever object
in the room he put it that thing began to speak, and spoke out its
thoughts and feelings just as well as the lady to whom it belonged. But
only one thing at a time could use it, and that was a good thing, or they
would have all spoken together.
The Goblin laid the tongue on the tub in which were the old
newspapers.
'Is it true,' he asked, ' that you know nothing about poetry?'
'Certainly not!' answered the tub. 'Poetry is something that is in the
papers, and that is frequently cut out. I have a great deal more in me
than the student has, and yet I am only a small tub in the grocer's shop.'
And the Goblin put the tongue on the coffee-mill, and how it began to
grind! He put it on the butter-cask, and on the till, and all were of the
same opinion as the waste-paper tub. and one must believe the
majority.
'Now I will tell the student!' and with these words he crept softly up the
stairs to the attic where the student lived.
There was a light burning, and the Goblin peeped through the key-hole
and saw that he was reading the torn book that he had bought in the
shop.
But how bright it was! Out of the book shot a streak of light which
grew into a large tree and spread its branches far above the student.
Every leaf was alive, and every flower was a beautiful girl's head, some