The elderbush

Once upon a time there was a little boy who had taken cold. He had gone out and got his feet wet; though nobody could imagine how it had happened, for it was quite dry weather. So his mother undressed him, put him to bed, and had the tea-pot brought in, to make him a good cup of Elderflower tea. Just at that moment the merry old man came in who lived up a-top of the house all alone; for he had neither wife nor children – but he liked children very much, and knew so many fairy tales, that it was quite delightful. Now drink your tea, said the boy's mother; then, perhaps, you may hear a fairy tale. If I had but something new to tell, said the old man. But how did the child get his feet wet? That is the very thing that nobody can make out, said his mother. Am I to hear a fairy tale? asked the little boy. Yes, if you can tell me exactly – for I must know that first – how deep the gutter is in the little street opposite, that you pass through in going to school. Just up to the middle of my boot, said the child; but then I must go into the deep hole. Ali, ah! That's where the wet feet came from, said the old man. I ought now to tell you a story; but I don't know any more. You can ma
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