The Waldorf family . Though Guilcher had no heart for mirth, he deter-mined not to mar the mirth of his friends; so hedanced with all his strength. The fairies, de-lighted with his good-humor, flew round him likeautumn leaves. They sang the first line of theirrefrain, while Guilcher took the second line; thenthe korils took up the third ; and as there was nofourth line, Bernard, who was the last, was obligedto sing the air without any words. This did notsuit his nice ear, and he said : £* If I might venture my opinion, my little mas-ters, I should say your song is like the butchersdog, it halt
The Waldorf family . Though Guilcher had no heart for mirth, he deter-mined not to mar the mirth of his friends; so hedanced with all his strength. The fairies, de-lighted with his good-humor, flew round him likeautumn leaves. They sang the first line of theirrefrain, while Guilcher took the second line; thenthe korils took up the third ; and as there was nofourth line, Bernard, who was the last, was obligedto sing the air without any words. This did notsuit his nice ear, and he said : £* If I might venture my opinion, my little mas-ters, I should say your song is like the butchersdog, it halts on three legs. Thats true ; thats true ! cried the korils. Dont you think it would go better if I shouldadd a fourth foot ? asked Bernard. Go on! go on! squeaked the impatient littledwarfs; and immediately all began to sing, in apiercing voice: Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday,—oh! these are not all,Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, come at our call;Then Sunday is left as the very last one— 190. here they stopped for Guilchers addition : Dance, korigans, dance, for the week now is done, sung he merrily. A thousand voices were mingled in the wild crywhich rose from every corner of the an instant, every place was crowded with kori-gans, who issued from tufts of grass, from thicketsof hawthorn, and from the clefts of the rocks,swarming like a perfect beehive, and singing: Guilcner has saved us,—our penance is done;Our exile is oyer, and we must be gone. What in the world do you mean? askedGuilcher. For some treason, committed many years ago,the korigans were banished from Fairy-land, andcondemned to live among men, until some goodChristian should complete the verse to which wewere obliged to dance every night. You have oncebefore lengthened it; and we hoped that the tailoryou sent would have finished it; but he stopped
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