The two Cranes again stood beak to beak, but when the wicked grandmother had crossed half way they pulled in their necks and into the water she went, screaming out threats and abuse as she whirled through the air. The current swept her quickly away and she was drowned, for there is no magic so strong that it will prevail against true love.
TWENTY-THIRD EVENING
THE GIRL WHO MARRIED THE STAR
TWENTY-THIRD EVENING
"Ah, here is our little Humming-bird, always the first to raise the door-flap!" is the old teacher's pleasant greeting.