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"
That
will
be
lovely
,
"
she
cried
,
and
clapped
her
tiny
hands
.
A
great
white
marble
pillar
had
fallen
to
the
ground
,
where
it
lay
in
three
broken
pieces
.
Between
these
pieces
grew
the
loveliest
large
white
flowers
.
The
swallow
flew
down
with
Thumbelina
and
put
her
on
one
of
the
large
petals
.
How
surprised
she
was
to
find
in
the
center
of
the
flower
a
little
man
,
as
shining
and
transparent
as
if
he
had
been
made
of
glass
.
On
his
head
was
the
daintiest
of
little
gold
crowns
,
on
his
shoulders
were
the
brightest
shining
wings
,
and
he
was
not
a
bit
bigger
than
Thumbelina
.
He
was
the
spirit
of
the
flower
.
In
every
flower
there
lived
a
small
man
or
woman
just
like
him
,
but
he
was
the
king
over
all
of
them
.
"
Oh
,
is
n't
he
handsome
?
"
Thumbelina
said
softly
to
the
swallow
.
The
king
was
somewhat
afraid
of
the
swallow
,
which
seemed
a
very
giant
of
a
bird
to
anyone
as
small
as
he
.
But
when
he
saw
Thumbelina
he
rejoiced
,
for
she
was
the
prettiest
little
girl
he
had
ever
laid
eyes
on
.
So
he
took
off
his
golden
crown
and
put
it
on
her
head
.
He
asked
if
he
might
know
her
name
,
and
he
asked
her
to
be
his
wife
,
which
would
make
her
queen
over
all
the
flowers
.
Here
indeed
was
a
different
sort
of
husband
from
the
toad
's
son
and
the
mole
with
his
black
velvet
coat
.
So
she
said
"
Yes
"
to
this
charming
king
.
From
all
the
flowers
trooped
little
ladies
and
gentlemen
delightful
to
behold
.
Every
one
of
them
brought
Thumbelina
a
present
,
but
the
best
gift
of
all
was
a
pair
of
wings
that
had
belonged
to
a
large
silver
fly
.
When
these
were
made
fast
to
her
back
,
she
too
could
flit
from
flower
to
flower
.
Everyone
rejoiced
,
as
the
swallow
perched
above
them
in
his
nest
and
sang
his
very
best
songs
for
them
.
He
was
sad
though
,
deep
down
in
his
heart
,
for
he
liked
Thumbelina
so
much
that
he
wanted
never
to
part
with
her
.
"
You
shall
no
longer
be
called
Thumbelina
,
"
the
flower
spirit
told
her
.
"
That
name
is
too
ugly
for
anyone
as
pretty
as
you
are
.
We
shall
call
you
Maia
.
"
"
Good-by
,
good-by
,
"
said
the
swallow
.
He
flew
away
again
from
the
warm
countries
,
back
to
far-away
Denmark
,
where
he
had
a
little
nest
over
the
window
of
the
man
who
can
tell
you
fairy
tales
.
To
him
the
bird
sang
,
"
Chirp
,
chirp
!
Chirp
,
chirp
!
"
and
that
's
how
we
heard
the
whole
story
.