--- title: The Flower Garden of the Woman Who Could Conjure — Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen · full text with trees · page 2 description: The Flower Garden of the Woman Who Could Conjure, «Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen» by H. C. Andersen: the whole chapter, every sentence with its dependency tree and pragmatics. It begins: But how fared little Gerda during Kay's absence? --- [Mova](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/) · [this page in HTML](https://mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/page/2/) [home](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/) / [corpora](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/) / [tales](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/) / [Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/) / The Flower Garden of the Woman Who Cou… # The Flower Garden of the Woman Who Could Conjure · page 2 [1](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/) **2** - [101](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/101/) — The fire-flies flew lightly over them, like little floating torches. - [102](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/102/) — Do the dancing maidens sleep, or are they dead? - [103](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/103/) — The scent of the flower says that they are corpses. - [104](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/104/) — The evening bell tolls their knell." - [105](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/105/) — "You make me quite sorrowful," said little Gerda; "your perfume is so strong, you make me think of the dead maidens. - [106](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/106/) — Ah! is little Kay really dead then? - [107](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/107/) — The roses have been in the earth, and they say no." - [108](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/108/) — "Cling, clang," tolled the hyacinth bells. " - [109](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/109/) — We are not tolling for little Kay; we do not know him. - [110](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/110/) — We sing our song, the only one we know." - [111](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/111/) — Then Gerda went to the buttercups that were glittering amongst the bright green leaves. - [112](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/112/) — "You are little bright suns," said Gerda; "tell me if you know where I can find my play-fellow." - [113](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/113/) — And the buttercups sparkled gayly, and looked again at Gerda. - [114](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/114/) — What song could the buttercups sing? - [115](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/115/) — It was not about Kay. - [116](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/116/) — "The bright warm sun shone on a little court, on the first warm day of spring. - [117](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/117/) — His bright beams rested on the white walls of the neighboring house; and close by bloomed the first yellow flower of the season, glittering like gold in the sun's warm ray. - [118](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/118/) — An old woman sat in her arm chair at the house door, and her granddaughter, a poor and pretty servant-maid came to see her for a short visit. - [119](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/119/) — When she kissed her grandmother there was gold everywhere: the gold of the heart in that holy kiss; it was a golden morning; there was gold in the beaming sunlight, gold in the leaves of the lowly flower, and on the lips of the maiden. - [120](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/120/) — There, that is my story," said the buttercup. - [121](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/121/) — "My poor old grandmother!" sighed Gerda; "she is longing to see me, and grieving for me as she did for little Kay; but I shall soon go home now, and take little Kay with me. - [122](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/122/) — It is no use asking the flowers; they know only their own songs, and can give me no information." - [123](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/123/) — And then she tucked up her little dress, that she might run faster, but the narcissus caught her by the leg as she was jumping over it; so she stopped and looked at the tall yellow flower, and said, "Perhaps you may know something." - [124](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/124/) — Then she stooped down quite close to the flower, and listened; and what did he say? - [125](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/125/) — "I can see myself, I can see myself," said the narcissus. " - [126](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/126/) — Oh, how sweet is my perfume! - [127](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/127/) — Up in a little room with a bow window, stands a little dancing girl, half undressed; she stands sometimes on one leg, and sometimes on both, and looks as if she would tread the whole world under her feet. - [128](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/128/) — She is nothing but a delusion. - [129](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/129/) — She is pouring water out of a tea-pot on a piece of stuff which she holds in her hand; it is her bodice. ' - [130](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/130/) — Cleanliness is a good thing,' she says. - [131](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/131/) — Her white dress hangs on a peg; it has also been washed in the tea-pot, and dried on the roof. - [132](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/132/) — She puts it on, and ties a saffron-colored handkerchief round her neck, which makes the dress look whiter. - [133](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/133/) — See how she stretches out her legs, as if she were showing off on a stem. — checked by a teacher - [134](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/134/) — I can see myself, I can see myself." - [135](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/135/) — "What do I care for all that," said Gerda, "you need not tell me such stuff." - [136](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/136/) — And then she ran to the other end of the garden. - [137](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/137/) — The door was fastened, but she pressed against the rusty latch, and it gave way. - [138](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/138/) — The door sprang open, and little Gerda ran out with bare feet into the wide world. - [139](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/139/) — She looked back three times, but no one seemed to be following her. - [140](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/140/) — At last she could run no longer, so she sat down to rest on a great stone, and when she looked round she saw that the summer was over, and autumn very far advanced. - [141](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/141/) — She had known nothing of this in the beautiful garden, where the sun shone and the flowers grew all the year round. — checked by a teacher - [142](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/142/) — "Oh, how I have wasted my time?" said little Gerda; "it is autumn. - [143](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/143/) — I must not rest any longer," and she rose up to go on. - [144](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/144/) — But her little feet were wounded and sore, and everything around her looked so cold and bleak. - [145](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/145/) — The long willow-leaves were quite yellow. - [146](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/146/) — The dew-drops fell like water, leaf after leaf dropped from the trees, the sloe-thorn alone still bore fruit, but the sloes were sour, and set the teeth on edge. - [147](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg27200/172/147/) — Oh, how dark and weary the whole world appeared! 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