Summary

V. M. The Strange Little Girl: A Story for Children

The way was dark and sometimes dreary, and Eline felt like one awakened from a beautiful dream before it was ended.
Through the pine forests, over mountains, in deep valleys, and by mighty streams they traveled. Ever they had the harp to cheer the way, to urge their footsteps onward. For the path was untrodden where they went.
“There is a path,” the harper said, “a pleasant path and broad, but the journey is long and we must hasten on our way. To the setting sun, to the gleaming sea, we must go; nor may we seek a beaten track lest we be too late.”
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V. M. The Strange Little Girl: A Story for Children

She longed to tell them of the harmonies which came to her of music which might stir a dead world to life, thrilling all nature into blossoms and fruits in abundance, as the music of a waterfall seems to send life into the flowers which grow beside. She would have told them of the colors with which nature loves to paint the sky, the mountains and valleys, sea and land, when all is ready for the master’s work. For nature paints wherever the canvas is prepared to receive the picture, and she asks no price for her work.
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V. M. The Strange Little Girl: A Story for Children

And as if in answer to his whispered thought the little flax-fairy said:
“Of course we are not afraid! I have been told that there are giants of men who really think that when they leave their worn-out stalks—bodies they call them—behind, they live no more, or at least are not sure what becomes of themselves. But it cannot be true—it must be a fairy story!” laughed the little elf. “They must know, as we know, that all things sleep awhile and then take new bodies like dresses woven while they worked in their last awaking which men call life.
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