One would certainly think that something quite unusual had happened in the duck pond to cause such a commotion, but nothing really had happened.

Have you ever heard the story of the old Street Lamp?

Near the green ramparts that run around Copenhagen is a large red house with many windows.

It is autumn, and we are standing on the ramparts of the citadel, gazing at the ships on the sound and the distant coast of Sweden beyond, bright in the evening sunlight.

It was so terribly cold.

Once upon a time there was a darning needle who imagined she was so fine that she was really a sewing needle.

Grandmother is so very old; she has so many wrinkles, and her hair is completely white, but her eyes shine just like two stars; yes, yet they are much more beautiful; they are so gentle, so wonderful to look into.

In the narrow streets of the big town, toward evening when the sun was setting and the clouds shone like gold on the chimney tops, people would hear a strange sound like that of a church bell.

In Denmark, there is an old castle named Kronborg.

Have you ever seen a very old chest, black with age and covered with outlandish carved ornaments and curling leaves?