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Andersen's Fairy Tales

"Thus it is," said the little maiden in the tree, "some call me 'Old Nanny,' others a 'Dryad,'
but, in reality, my name is 'Remembrance'; 'tis I who sit in the tree that grows and grows! I
can remember; I can tell things! Let me see if you have my flower still?"
And the old man opened his Prayer-Book. There lay the Elder-blossom, as fresh as if it had
been placed there but a short time before; and Remembrance nodded, and the old people,
decked with crowns of gold, sat in the flush of the evening sun. They closed their eyes,
and--and--! Yes, that's the end of the story!
The little boy lay in his bed; he did not know if he had dreamed or not, or if he had been
listening while someone told him the story. The tea-pot was standing on the table, but no
Elder Tree was growing out of it! And the old man, who had been talking, was just on the
point of going out at the door, and he did go.
"How splendid that was!" said the little boy. "Mother, I have been to warm countries."
"So I should think," said his mother. "When one has drunk two good cupfuls of Elder-
flower tea, 'tis likely enough one goes into warm climates"; and she tucked him up nicely,
least he should take cold. "You have had a good sleep while I have been sitting here, and
arguing with him whether it was a story or a fairy tale."
"And where is old Nanny?" asked the little boy.
"In the tea-pot," said his mother; "and there she may remain."
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