‘See how far we have been!’ observed the chimney-sweeper, ‘we might have spared ourselves all the trouble.’
‘If we could but have old grandfather put together!’ said the shepherdess. ‘Will it cost very much?’
And he was put together; the family had his back glued and his neck riveted; he was as good as new, but could no longer nod his head.
‘You have certainly grown very proud since you broke in pieces!’ remarked the crooked-legged Field-marshal-Major-General-Corporal-Sergeant, ‘but I must say, for my part, I do not see that there is anything to be proud of. Am I to have her or am I not? Just answer me that!’
And the chimney-sweeper and the little shepherdess looked imploringly at the old mandarin; they were so afraid lest he should nod his head. But nod he could not, and it was disagreeable to him to tell a stranger that he had a rivet in his neck: so the young porcelain people always remained together; they blessed the grandfather’s rivet, and loved each other till they broke in pieces.
THE POOR DUCKLING WAS SCORNED BY ALL
THE POOR DUCKLING WAS SCORNED BY ALL