"But he hasn't got anything on," a little child said. - Hans Christian Andersen

Grant not my prayers, when they are contrary to Thy will, which at all times must be the best. Oh, hear them not;

The flake of snow grew larger and larger; and at last it was like a young lady, dressed in the finest white gauze, made of a million little flakes like stars. She was so beautiful and delicate, but she was of ice, of dazzling, sparkling ice; yet she lived; her eyes gazed fixedly, like two stars; but there was neither quiet nor repose in them. She nodded towards the window, and beckoned with her hand. The little boy was frightened, and jumped down from the chair; it seemed to him as if, at the same moment, a large bird flew past the window.

She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart