"This summer you must sew away at your trousseau," said the field-mouse, for by this time thei
r neighbor, the tiresome mole, had made up his mind that he wanted her to be his wife. "You must have both linen and woolen in your wardrobe, for when you become the mole's bride you must sit down in the best and lie down in the best al
So Thumbelina had to spin away at her distaff, and the field-mouse hired four spiders to weave for her night and day. Every evening the mole paid them a visit, and he always talked about the sa
me thing, and said that when the summer came to an end the sun would not be so hot; as it was it baked the earth as hard as a stone. Yes, and when the summer was over the wedding with Thumbelina was to take place; but she did not like t
hat at all, for she could not bear the tiresome mole.
Every morning when the sun arose, and every evening when it set, she crept out of doors, and when the wind parted the tops of the corn, so that she could see the
blue sky, she thought how beautiful it was in the light, and longed to see the dear swallow once more. But it never came back; it must certainly have flown far away into the greenwood.
When autumn c
ame Thumbelina's outfit was quite ready.
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