In the narrow, crooked street, among several shabby dwellings, stood a very tall and very narrow house, the framework of which had given so that it was out of joint in every direction.

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!" rings out from the Bell Deep in the Odense River. And what sort of river is that?

The railroad in Denmark still only extends from Copenhagen to Korsoer; it is a string of pearls.

Among the other children in the charity school was a little Jewish girl, clever and good -- in fact, the brightest of them all.

There is an old fairy tale: "The Thorny Road of Honor was trodden by a marksman named Bryde, to whom came great honor and dignity, but not until after manifold adversities and peril of life."

Near the river Gudenaa in the forest of Silkeborg, a great ridge of land rises. This ridge is called Aasen, and it resembles a large ball.

Out in the country there was an old mansion where an old squire lived with his two sons, who were so witty that they thought themselves too clever for words.

There were so many toys in the nursery. On the top of the cabinet stood the penny bank, made in clay in the shape of a little pig.

A couple of large ships were sent up toward the North Pole to discover the boundaries of land and sea and how far it would be possible for the human race to penetrate in that direction.

High up in the thin, clear air there flew an angel bearing a flower from the Garden of Heaven.