Far, far away where the swallows fly when we have winter, there lived a king who had eleven sons and one daughter, Elisa.

There were once five-and-twenty tin soldiers.

Now listen to this!

It was in Copenhagen, in one of the houses on East Street, not far from King's Newmarket, that someone was giving a large party.

Many years ago, there was an emperor so exceedingly fond of new clothes that he spent all his money on being well dressed.

Far out in the ocean, the water is as blue as the petals of the loveliest cornflower, and as clear as the purest glass.

Wise men of ancient times ingeniously discovered how to tell people the truth without being blunt to their faces.

A price and a princess were still celebrating their honeymoon.

It was a Sunday morning.

Poor John was greatly troubled, because his father was very ill and could not recover.