Part 7 (1/2)

”I wish for a white kitten with blue eyes,” said a little girl whose name was Therese.

”I shall wish to find an amber necklace that does not belong to any one,” said another little girl.

”I wish to be a king,” said a boy whose name was Karl. ”No, I think I shall wish to be the burgomaster, that I may go on board the s.h.i.+ps in the harbor, and make their captains show me what is in them. I shall see how the sailors make their sails go up.”

”I shall wish to marry Hulda,” said another boy; ”when I am a man I mean. And besides that, I wish I may find a black puppy in my room at home, for I love dogs.”

”But that is not fair,” said the other children. ”You must only wish for one thing, as we did.”

”But I really wish for both,” said the boy.

”If you wish for both perhaps you will get neither,” said little Hulda.

”Well, then,” answered the boy, ”I wish for the puppy.”

And so they all went on wis.h.i.+ng till at last it came to Hulda's turn.

”What do you wish for, my child?” said her mother.

”Not for anything at all,” she answered, shaking her head.

”Oh, but you must wish for something!” cried all the children.

”Yes,” said her mother, ”and I am now going to cut the cake. See, Hulda, the knife is going into it. Think of something.”

”Well, then,” answered the little girl, ”I cannot think of anything else, so I shall wish that you may all have your wishes.”

Upon this the knife went crunching down into the cake, the children gave three cheers, and the white waxen tulip bud at the top came tumbling on the table, and while they were all looking it opened its leaves, and out of the middle of it stepped a beautiful little fairy woman, no taller than your finger. She had a white robe on, a little crown on her long yellow hair; there were two wings on her shoulders, just like the downy brown wings of a b.u.t.terfly, and in her hand she had a little sceptre sparkling with precious stones.

”Only one wish,” she said, jumping down on to the table, and speaking with the smallest little voice you ever heard. ”Your fathers and mothers were always contented if we gave them one wish every year.”

As she spoke, Hulda's mother gave a slice of cake to each child, and, when Hulda took hers, out dropped the ring, and fell clattering on her platter.

”Only one wish,” repeated the fairy. And the children were all so much astonished (for even in those days fairies were but rarely seen) that none of them spoke a word, not even in a whisper. ”Only one wish. Speak, then, little Hulda, for I am one of that race which delights to give pleasure and to do good. Is there really nothing that you wish, for you shall certainly have it if there is?”

”There was nothing, dear fairy, before I saw you,” answered the little girl, in a hesitating tone.

”But now there is?” asked the fairy. ”Tell it me, then, and you shall have it.”

”I wish for that pretty little sceptre of yours,” said Hulda, pointing to the fairy's wand.

The moment Hulda said this the fairy shuddered and became pale, her brilliant colors faded, and she looked to the children's eyes like a thin white mist standing still in her place. The sceptre, on the contrary, became brighter than ever, and the precious stones glowed like burning coals.

”Dear child,” she sighed, in a faint, mournful voice, ”I had better have left you with the gift of your satisfied, contented heart, than thus have urged you to form a wish to my destruction. Alas! alas! my power and my happiness fade from me, and are as if they had never been. My wand must now go to you, who can make no use of it, and I must flutter about forlornly and alone in the cold world, with no more ability to do good, and waste away my time--a helpless and defenceless thing.”

”Oh, no, no!” replied little Hulda. ”Do not speak so mournfully, dear fairy. I did not wish at first to ask for it. I will not take the wand if it is of value to you, and I should be grieved to have it against your will.”

”Child,” said the fairy, ”you do not know our nature. I have said whatever you wished should be yours. I cannot alter this decree; it _must_ be so. Take my wand; and I entreat you to guard it carefully, and never to give it away lest it should get into the hands of my enemy; for if once it should, I shall become his miserable little slave. Keep my wand with care; it is of no use to you, but in the course of years it is possible I may be able to regain it, and on Midsummer night I shall for a few hours return to my present shape, and be able for a short time to talk with you again.”

”Dear fairy,” said little Hulda, weeping, and putting out her hand for the wand, which the fairy held to her, ”is there nothing else that I can do for you?”