of ice.  Some of the fragments were so big that they were used for window panes, but it was not advisable to look at one’s friends through these panes.  Other bits were made into spectacles, and it was a bad business when people put on these spectacles meaning to be just.  The bad demon laughed till he split his sides; it tickled him to see the mischief he had done.  But some of these fragments were still left floating about the world, and you shall hear what happened to them.

SECOND STORY

ABOUT A LITTLE BOY AND A LITTLE GIRL

[Illustration:  Many a winter’s night she flies through the streets and peeps in at the windows, and then the ice freezes on the panes into wonderful patterns like flowers.]

In a big town crowded with houses and people, where there is no room for gardens, people have to be content with flowers in pots instead.  In one of these towns lived two children who managed to have something bigger than a flower pot for a garden.  They were not brother and sister, but they were just as fond of each other as if they had been.  Their parents lived opposite each other in two attic rooms.  The roof of one house just touched the roof of the next one, with only a rain-water gutter between them.  They each had a little dormer window, and one only had to step over the gutter to get from one house to the other.  Each of the parents had a large window-box, in which they grew pot herbs and a little rose-tree.  There was one in each box, and they both grew splendidly.  Then it occurred to the parents to put the boxes across the gutter, from house to house, and they looked just like two banks of flowers.  The pea vines hung down over the edges of the boxes, and the roses threw out long creepers which twined round the windows.  It was almost like a green triumphal arch.  The boxes were high, and the children knew they must not climb up on to them, but they were often allowed to have their little stools out under the rose-trees, and there they had delightful games.  Of course in the winter there was an end to these amusements.  The windows were often covered with hoar-frost; then they would warm coppers on the stove and stick them on the frozen panes, where they made lovely peep-holes, as round as possible.  Then a bright eye would peep through these holes, one from each window.  The little boy’s name was Kay, and the little girl’s Gerda.

In the summer they could reach each other with one bound, but in the winter they had to go down all the stairs in one house and up all the stairs in the other, and outside there were snowdrifts.

‘Look! the white bees are swarming,’ said the old grandmother.

‘Have they a queen bee, too?’ asked the little boy, for he knew that there was a queen among the real bees.

‘Yes, indeed they have,’ said the grandmother.  ’She flies where the swarm is thickest.  She is biggest of them all, and she never remains on the ground.  She always flies up again to the sky.  Many a winter’s night she flies through the streets and peeps in at the windows, and then the ice freezes on the panes into wonderful patterns like flowers.’