--- title: The Lilac Fairy Book, part 23 — The Lilac Fairy Book · full text with trees · page 2 description: The Lilac Fairy Book, part 23, «The Lilac Fairy Book» by Andrew Lang: the whole chapter, every sentence with its dependency tree and pragmatics. It begins: ‘Seven girls live in a hut down there,’ replied the boy, pointing with his finger to where the sun was setting. --- [Mova](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/) · [this page in HTML](https://mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/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/) / [The Lilac Fairy Book](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/) / The Lilac Fairy Book, part 23 # The Lilac Fairy Book, part 23 · page 2 [1](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/) **2** - [101](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/101/) — ‘What’s that you’re humming?’ asked the old man. - [102](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/102/) — ‘Oh, only the words of an old rhyme that keeps running in my head,’ answered the old woman; and she raised her voice and went on: - [103](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/103/) — Oh, Ahti, with the long, long beard, Who dwellest in the deep blue sea, A thousand cows are in thy herd, I pray thee give one onto me. - [104](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/104/) — ‘That’s a stupid sort of song,’ said Matte. - [105](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/105/) — ‘What else should one beg of the sea-king but fish? - [106](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/106/) — But such songs are not for Sunday.’ - [107](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/107/) — His wife pretended not to hear him, and sang and sang the same tune all the time they were on the water. - [108](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/108/) — Matte heard nothing more as he sat and rowed the heavy boat, while thinking of his cracked pipe and the fine tobacco. - [109](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/109/) — Then they returned to the island, and soon after went to bed. - [110](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/110/) — But neither Matte nor Maie could sleep a wink; the one thought of how he had profaned Sunday, and the other of Ahti’s cow. - [111](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/111/) — About midnight the fisherman sat up, and said to his wife: - [112](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/112/) — ‘Dost thou hear anything?’ - [113](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/113/) — ‘No,’ said she. - [114](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/114/) — ‘I think the twirling of the weathercock on the roof bodes ill,’ said he; ‘we shall have a storm.’ - [115](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/115/) — ‘Oh, it is nothing but your fancy,’ said his wife. - [116](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/116/) — Matte lay down, but soon rose again. - [117](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/117/) — ‘The weathercock is squeaking now,’ said he. - [118](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/118/) — ‘Just fancy! - [119](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/119/) — Go to sleep,’ said his wife; and the old man tried to. - [120](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/120/) — For the third time he jumped out of bed. - [121](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/121/) — ‘Ho! how the weather-cock is roaring at the pitch of its voice, as if it had a fire inside it! - [122](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/122/) — We are going to have a tempest, and must bring in the net.’ - [123](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/123/) — Both rose. - [124](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/124/) — The summer night was as dark as if it had been October, the weather-cock creaked, and the storm was raging in every direction. - [125](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/125/) — As they went out the sea lay around them as white as now, and the spray was dashing right over the fisher-hut. - [126](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/126/) — In all his life Matte had never remembered such a night. - [127](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/127/) — To launch the boat and put to sea to rescue the net was a thing not to be thought of. - [128](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/128/) — The fisherman and his wife stood aghast on the doorstep, holding on fast by the doorpost, while the foam splashed over their faces. - [129](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/129/) — ‘Did I not tell thee that there is no luck in Sunday fishing?’ said Matte sulkily; and his wife was so frightened that she never even once thought of Ahti’s cows. - [130](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/130/) — As there was nothing to be done, they went in. - [131](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/131/) — Their eyes were heavy for lack of slumber, and they slept as soundly as if there had not been such a thing as an angry sea roaring furiously around their lonely dwelling. - [132](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg3454/23/132/) — When they awoke, the sun was high in the heavens, the tempest had cased, and only the swell of the sea rose in silvery heavings against the red rock. 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