f Kjoge。 And thenhe dreamed that it was really the willow…tree itself from Kjoge； whichhad travelled out in the world to seek him； and now had found himand carried him back into the little garden on the banks of thestreamlet； and there stood Joanna； in all her splendor； with thegolden crown on her head； as he had last seen her； to wele himback。 And then there appeared before him two remarkable shapes；which looked much more like human beings than when he had seen them inhis childhood； they were changed； but he remembered that they were thetwo gingerbread cakes； the man and the woman； who had shown their bestsides to the world and looked so good。
〃We thank you；〃 they said to Knud； 〃for you have loosened ourtongues； we have learnt from you that thoughts should be spokenfreely； or nothing will e of them； and now something has e ofour thoughts； for we are engaged to be married。〃 Then they walkedaway； hand…in…hand； through the streets of Kjoge； looking veryrespectable on the best side； which they were quite right to show。They turned their steps to the church； and Knud and Joanna followedthem； also walking hand…in…hand； there stood the church； as of old；with its red walls； on which the green ivy grew。
The great church door flew open wide； and as they walked up thebroad aisle； soft tones of music sounded from the organ。 〃Our masterfirst；〃 said the gingerbread pair； making room for Knud and Joanna。 Asthey knelt at the altar； Joanna bent her head over him； and cold；icy tears fell on his face from her eyes。 They were indeed tears ofice； for her heart was melting towards him through his strong love；and as her tears fell on his burning cheeks he awoke。 He was stillsitting under the willow…tree in a strange land； on a cold winterevening； with snow and hail falling from the clouds； and beatingupon his face。
〃That was the most delightful hour of my life；〃 said he； 〃althoughit was only a dream。 Oh； let me dream again。〃 Then he closed hiseyes once more； and slept and dreamed。
Towards morning there was a great fall of snow； the wind driftedit over him； but he still slept on。 The villagers came forth to goto church； by the roadside they found a workman seated； but he wasdead！ frozen to death under a willow…tree。
THE END。
1872
FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN
WHAT ONE CAN INVENT
by Hans Christian Andersen
There was once a young man who was studying to be a poet。 Hewanted to bee one by Easter； and to marry； and to live by poetry。To write poems； he knew； only consists in being able to inventsomething； but he could not invent anything。 He had been born toolate… everything had been taken up before he came into the world；and everything had been written and told about。
〃Happy people who were born a thousand years ago！〃 said he。 〃Itwas an easy matter for them to bee immortal。 Happy even was hewho was born a hundred years ago； for then there was still somethingabout which a poem could be written。 Now the world is written out； andwhat can I write poetry about？〃
Then he studied till he became ill and wretched； the wretched man！No doctor could help him； but perhaps the wise woman could。 Shelived in the little house by the wayside； where the gate is that sheopened for those who rode and drove。 But she could do more than unlockthe gate。 She was wiser than the doctor who drives in his own carriageand pays tax for his rank。
〃I must go to her；〃 said the young man。
The house in which she dwelt was small and neat； but dreary tobehold； for there were no flowers near it… no trees。 By the door stooda bee…hive； which was very useful。 There was also a littlepotato…field； very useful； and an earth bank； with sloe bushes uponit； which had done blossoming； and now bore fruit； sloes； that drawone's mouth together if one tastes them before the frost has touchedthem。
〃That's a true picture of our poetryless time； that I see beforeme now；〃 thought the young man； and that was at least a thought； agrain of gold that he found by the door of the wise woman。
〃Write that down！〃 said she。 〃Even crumbs are bread。 I know whyyou e hither。 You cannot invent anything； and yet you want to bea poet by Easter。〃
〃Everything has been written down；〃 said he。 〃Our time is notthe old time。〃
〃No；〃 said the woman。 〃In the old time wise women were burnt；and poets went about with empty stomachs； and very much out at elbows。The present time is good； it is the best of times； but you have notthe right way of looking at it。 Your ear is not sharpened to hear； andI fancy you do not say the Lord's Prayer in the evening。 There isplenty here to write poems about； and to tell of； for any one whoknows the way。 You can read it in the fruits of the earth； you candraw it from the flowing and the standing water； but you mustunderstand how… you must understand how to catch a sunbeam。 Now justyou try my spectacles on； and put my ear…trumpet to your ear； and thenpray to God； and leave off thinking of yourself〃
The last was a very difficult thing to do… more than a wisewoman ought to ask。
He received the spectacles and the ear…trumpet； and was postedin the middle of the potato…field。 She put a great potato into hishand。 Sounds came from within it； there came a song with words； thehistory of the potato； an every…day story in ten parts； an interestingstory。 And ten lines were enough to tell it in。
And what did the potato sing？
She sang of herself and of her family； of the arrival of thepotato in Europe； of the misrepresentation to which she had beenexposed before she was acknowledged； as she is now； to be a greatertreasure than a lump of gold。
〃We were distributed； by the King's mand； from thecouncil…houses through the various towns； and proclamation was made ofour great value； but no one believed in it； or even understood howto plant us。 One man dug a hole in the earth and threw in his wholebushel of potatoes； another put one potato here and another there inthe ground； and expected that each was to e up a perfect tree； fromwhich he might shake down potatoes。 And they certainly grew； andproduced flowers and green watery fruit； but it all withered away。Nobody thought of what was in the ground… the blessing… the potato。Yes； we have endured and suffered； that is to say； our forefathershave； they and we； it is all one。〃
What a story it was！
〃Well； and that will do；〃 said the woman。 〃Now look at the sloebush。〃
〃We have also some near relations in the home of the potatoes； buthigher towards the north than they grew；〃 said the Sloes。 〃Therewere Northmen； from Norway； who steered westward through mist andstorm to an unknown land； where； behind ice and snow； they foundplants and green meadows； and bushes with blue…black grapes… sloebushes。 The grapes were ripened by the frost just as we are。 Andthey called the land 'wine…land；' that is； 'Groenland；' or'Sloeland。'〃
〃That is quite a romantic story；〃 said the young man。
〃Yes； certainly。 But now e with me；〃 said the wise woman； andshe led him to the bee…hive。
He looked into it。 What life and labor！ There were bees standingin all the passages； waving their wings； so that a wholesome draughtof air might blow through the great manufactory； that was theirbusiness。 Then there came in bees from