...which has to do with a mirror and its fragments

Out in the woods stood such a pretty little fir tree.

A top and a ball were lying together in a drawer among a lot of other toys.

It was so beautiful out in the country, it was summer -- the wheat fields were golden, the oats were green, and down among the green meadows, the hay was stacked.

The emperor of China is a Chinaman, as you most likely know, and everyone around him is a Chinaman, too.

Every time a good child dies, an angel of God comes down to earth.

Through all the songs of the east, the eternal theme is the nightingale's love for the rose.

We recently made a little journey, and already we want to make a longer one.

In the city of Florence, not far from the Piazza del Granduca, there is a little cross street that I think is called Porta Rossa.

Once there was a poor prince.