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You
ought
to
thank
goodness
that
you
are
getting
him
.
"
Then
came
the
wedding
day
.
The
mole
had
come
to
take
Thumbelina
home
with
him
,
where
she
would
have
to
live
deep
underground
and
never
go
out
in
the
warm
sunshine
again
,
because
he
disliked
it
so
.
The
poor
little
girl
felt
very
sad
that
she
had
to
say
good-by
to
the
glorious
sun
,
which
the
field
mouse
had
at
least
let
her
look
out
at
through
the
doorway
.
"
Farewell
,
bright
sun
!
"
she
said
.
With
her
arm
stretched
toward
it
she
walked
a
little
way
from
the
field
mouse
's
home
.
The
grain
had
been
harvested
,
and
only
the
dry
stubble
was
left
in
the
field
.
"
Farewell
.
farewell
!
"
she
cried
again
,
and
flung
her
little
arms
around
a
small
red
flower
that
was
still
in
bloom
.
"
If
you
see
my
dear
swallow
,
please
give
him
my
love
.
"
"
Chirp
,
chirp
!
Chirp
,
chirp
!
"
She
suddenly
heard
a
twittering
over
her
head
.
She
looked
up
and
there
was
the
swallow
,
just
passing
by
.
He
was
so
glad
to
see
Thumbelina
although
,
when
she
told
him
how
she
hated
to
marry
the
mole
and
live
deep
underground
where
the
sun
never
shone
,
she
could
not
hold
back
her
tears
.
"
Now
that
the
cold
winter
is
coming
,
"
the
swallow
told
her
,
"
I
shall
fly
far
,
far
away
to
the
warm
countries
.
Wo
n't
you
come
along
with
me
?
You
can
ride
on
my
back
.
Just
tie
yourself
on
with
your
sash
,
and
away
we
'll
fly
,
far
from
the
ugly
mole
and
his
dark
hole-far
,
far
away
,
over
the
mountains
to
the
warm
countries
where
the
sun
shines
so
much
fairer
than
here
,
to
where
it
is
always
summer
and
there
are
always
flowers
.
Please
fly
away
with
me
,
dear
little
Thumbelina
,
you
who
saved
my
life
when
I
lay
frozen
in
a
dark
hole
in
the
earth
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
will
go
with
you
!
"
said
Thumbelina
.
She
sat
on
his
back
,
put
her
feet
on
his
outstretched
wings
,
and
fastened
her
sash
to
one
of
his
strongest
feathers
.
Then
the
swallow
soared
into
the
air
over
forests
and
over
lakes
,
high
up
over
the
great
mountains
that
are
always
capped
with
snow
.
When
Thumbelina
felt
cold
in
the
chill
air
,
she
crept
under
the
bird
's
warm
feathers
,
with
only
her
little
head
stuck
out
to
watch
all
the
wonderful
sights
below
.
At
length
they
came
to
the
warm
countries
.
There
the
sun
shone
far
more
brightly
than
it
ever
does
here
,
and
the
sky
seemed
twice
as
high
.
Along
the
ditches
and
hedgerows
grew
marvelous
green
and
blue
grapes
.
Lemons
and
oranges
hung
in
the
woods
.
The
air
smelled
sweetly
of
myrtle
and
thyme
.
By
the
wayside
,
the
loveliest
children
ran
hither
and
thither
,
playing
with
the
brightly
colored
butterflies
.
But
the
swallow
flew
on
still
farther
,
and
it
became
more
and
more
beautiful
.
Under
magnificent
green
trees
,
on
the
shore
of
a
blue
lake
there
stood
an
ancient
palace
of
dazzling
white
marble
.
The
lofty
pillars
were
wreathed
with
vines
,
and
at
the
top
of
them
many
swallows
had
made
their
nests
.
One
nest
belonged
to
the
swallow
who
carried
Thumbelina
.
"
This
is
my
home
,
"
the
swallow
told
her
.
"
If
you
will
choose
one
of
those
glorious
flowers
in
bloom
down
below
,
I
shall
place
you
in
it
,
and
you
will
have
all
that
your
heart
desires
.
"
