LITTLE GOLDEN HAIR.
As to the butterflies, they flew after her, and rested on her hair, and tickled her cheeks; but she never tried to catch them.
GOLDEN HAIR PEEPING INTO THE BEARS' HOUSE.
She would not frighten or vex them for anything. She loved all the creatures, and that is why they loved her.
Love makes love.
Dear little Golden Hair, she went on singing merrily through the greenwood, saying sometimes to herself—
“I wish I could sing as well as the lark!”
By-and-by Little Golden Hair reached the Bears' house. She had never seen it before, and she wondered who lived there. A window was open, and Golden Hair peeped in.
“Dear me,” thought the child, "whose house can it be! There is a table and three chairs, and three basins of hot milk, all steaming, and nobody to drink it. But I don't see any work or books, or anything else. I think I will go in and see who lives here."