. Stories for the household . astartled squirrel, and remained the whole day long in the silent soli-tude of the wood, where everything is quiet, and, as they say, fluttered around in sport, and in the neighbourhood were QQ 594 Stories for the Household. several ant-hills, each with its hundreds of busy little occupants movingbriskly to and fro. In the air danced a number of gnats, swarm, uponswarm, and hosts of buzzing flies, ladybirds, gold beetles, and other littlewinded creatures; the worm crept forth from the damp ground, themoles came out; but except these all was silent
. Stories for the household . astartled squirrel, and remained the whole day long in the silent soli-tude of the wood, where everything is quiet, and, as they say, fluttered around in sport, and in the neighbourhood were QQ 594 Stories for the Household. several ant-hills, each with its hundreds of busy little occupants movingbriskly to and fro. In the air danced a number of gnats, swarm, uponswarm, and hosts of buzzing flies, ladybirds, gold beetles, and other littlewinded creatures; the worm crept forth from the damp ground, themoles came out; but except these all was silent around—silent, and, aspeople say, dead—for they speak of things as they understand one noticed Helga, but some flocks of crows, that flew screamingabout the top of the tree on which she sat: the birds hopped close upto her on the twigs with pert curiosity ; but when the glance of her eyefell upon them, it was a signal for their flight. But they could notunderstand her—nor, indeed, could she understand HELGA I\ THE THEP. When the evening twilight came on, and the sun was sinking, thetime of her transformation roused her to fresh activity. She glideddown from the tree, and as the last sunbeam vanished she stood in thewrinkled form of the frog, with the torn webbed skin on her hands : buther eyes now gleamed with a splendour of beauty that had scarcely beentheirs when she wore her garb of loveliness, for they were a pair ofpure, pious, maidenly eyes that shone out of the frog-face. They borewitness of depth of feeling, of the gentle human heart ; and the beau-teous eyes overflowed in tears, weeping precious drops that lightenedthe heart. The Marsh Kinys Daughter. 595 On the sepulchral mouud she had raised there yet lay the cross ofboughs, the last work of him who slept beneath. Helga lifted up thecross, in pursuance of a sudden thought that came upon her. Sheplanted it upon the burial mound, over the priest the dead sorrowful remembrance of
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