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〃Now we shall soon be opened；〃 said one；… just what they allwanted。
〃I should like to know which of us will travel furthest；〃 said thesmallest of the five； 〃we shall soon see now。〃
〃What is to happen will happen；〃 said the largest pea。
〃Crack〃 went the shell as it burst； and the five peas rolled outinto the bright sunshine。 There they lay in a child's hand。 A littleboy was holding them tightly； and said they were fine peas for hispea…shooter。 And immediately he put one in and shot it out。
〃Now I am flying out into the wide world；〃 said he； 〃catch me ifyou can；〃 and he was gone in a moment。
〃I；〃 said the second； 〃intend to fly straight to the sun； thatis a shell that lets itself be seen； and it will suit me exactly；〃 andaway he went。
〃We will go to sleep wherever we find ourselves；〃 said the twonext； 〃we shall still be rolling onwards；〃 and they did certainly fallon the floor； and roll about before they got into the pea…shooter； butthey were put in for all that。 〃We shall go farther than theothers；〃 said they。
〃What is to happen will happen；〃 exclaimed the last； as he wasshot out of the pea…shooter； and as he spoke he flew up against an oldboard under a garret…window； and fell into a little crevice； which wasalmost filled up with moss and soft earth。 The moss closed itselfround him； and there he lay； a captive indeed； but not unnoticed byGod。
〃What is to happen will happen；〃 said he to himself。
Within the little garret lived a poor woman； who went out to cleanstoves； chop wood into small pieces and perform such…like hard work；for she was strong and industrious。 Yet she remained always poor；and at home in the garret lay her only daughter； not quite grown up；and very delicate and weak。 For a whole year she had kept her bed； andit seemed as if she could neither live nor die。
〃She is going to her little sister；〃 said the woman； 〃I had butthe two children； and it was not an easy thing to support both ofthem； but the good God helped me in my work； and took one of them toHimself and provided for her。 Now I would gladly keep the other thatwas left to me； but I suppose they are not to be separated； and mysick girl will very soon go to her sister above。〃 But the sick girlstill remained where she was； quietly and patiently she lay all theday long； while her mother was away from home at her work。
Spring came； and one morning early the sun shone brightlythrough the little window； and threw its rays over the floor of theroom。 just as the mother was going to her work； the sick girl fixedher gaze on the lowest pane of the window… 〃Mother；〃 she exclaimed；〃what can that little green thing be that peeps in at the window？ Itis moving in the wind。〃
The mother stepped to the window and half opened it。 〃Oh！〃 shesaid； there is actually a little pea which has taken root and isputting out its green leaves。 How could it have got into this crack？Well now； here is a little garden for you to amuse yourself with。〃So the bed of the sick girl was drawn nearer to the window； that shemight see the budding plant； and the mother went out to her work。
〃Mother； I believe I shall get well；〃 said the sick child in theevening； 〃the sun has shone in here so brightly and warmly to…day； andthe little pea is thriving so well： I shall get on better； too； and goout into the warm sunshine again。〃
〃God grant it！〃 said the mother； but she did not believe itwould be so。 But she propped up with the little stick the greenplant which had given her child such pleasant hopes of life； so thatit might not be broken by the winds； she tied the piece of string tothe window…sill and to the upper part of the frame； so that thepea…tendrils might twine round it when it shot up。 And it did shootup； indeed it might almost be seen to grow from day to day。
〃Now really here is a flower ing；〃 said the old woman onemorning； and now at last she began to encourage the hope that her sickdaughter might really recover。 She remembered that for some time thechild had spoken more cheerfully； and during the last few days hadraised herself in bed in the morning to look with sparkling eyes ather little garden which contained only a single pea…plant。 A weekafter； the invalid sat up for the first time a whole hour； feelingquite happy by the open window in the warm sunshine； while outsidegrew the little plant； and on it a pink pea…blossom in full bloom。 Thelittle maiden bent down and gently kissed the delicate leaves。 Thisday was to her like a festival。
〃Our heavenly Father Himself has planted that pea； and made itgrow and flourish； to bring joy to you and hope to me； my blessedchild；〃 said the happy mother； and she smiled at the flower； as ifit had been an angel from God。
But what became of the other peas？ Why the one who flew out intothe wide world； and said； 〃Catch me if you can；〃 fell into a gutteron the roof of a house； and ended his travels in the crop of apigeon。 The two lazy ones were carried quite as far； for they alsowere eaten by pigeons； so they were at least of some use； but thefourth； who wanted to reach the sun； fell into a sink and lay therein the dirty water for days and weeks； till he had swelled to a greatsize。
〃I am getting beautifully fat；〃 said the pea； 〃I expect I shallburst at last； no pea could do more that that； I think； I am themost remarkable of all the five which were in the shell。〃 And the sinkconfirmed the opinion。
But the young maiden stood at the open garret window； withsparkling eyes and the rosy hue of health on her cheeks； she foldedher thin hands over the pea…blossom； and thanked God for what He haddone。
〃I；〃 said the sink； 〃shall stand up for my pea。〃
THE END。
1872
FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN
THE PEN AND THE INKSTAND
by Hans Christian Andersen
IN a poet's room； where his inkstand stood on the table； theremark was once made； 〃It is wonderful what can be brought out of aninkstand。 What will e next？ It is indeed wonderful。〃
〃Yes； certainly；〃 said the inkstand to the pen； and to the otherarticles that stood on the table； 〃that's what I always say。 It iswonderful and extraordinary what a number of things e out of me。It's quite incredible； and I really don't know what is ing nextwhen that man dips his pen into me。 One drop out of me is enough forhalf a page of paper； and what cannot half a page contain？ From me；all the works of a poet are produced； all those imaginary characterswhom people fancy they have known or met。 All the deep feeling； thehumor； and the vivid pictures of nature。 I myself don't understand howit is； for I am not acquainted with nature； but it is certainly in me。From me have gone forth to the world those wonderful descriptions oftroops of charming maidens； and of brave knights on prancing steeds；of the halt and the blind； and I know not what more； for I assureyou I never think of these things。〃
〃There you are right；〃 said the pen； 〃for you don't think atall； if you did； you would see that you can only provide the means。You give the fluid that I may place upon the paper what dwells inme； and what I wish to bring to light。 It is the pen that writes： noman doubts that； and； indeed； most people understand as much aboutpoetry as an old inkstand。〃
〃You have had very little experience；〃 replied the inkstand。〃You have hardly been in service a week； and are already half wornout。 Do you imagine you are a poet？ You are only a servant； and beforeyou came I had many like you； some of the goose family； and othersof English manufacture。 I know a quill pen as well as I know a steelone。 I have had both sorts in my service； and I shall have many morewhen he es… the man who performs the mechanical part… and writesdown what he obtains from me。 I should like to know what will be thenext thing he gets out of me。〃
〃Inkpot！〃 exclaimed the pen contemptuously。
Late in the evening the poet came home。 He had been to aconcert； and had been quite enchanted with the admirable performanceof a famous violin player whom he had heard there。 The performer hadproduced from his instrument a richness of tone that sometimes soundedlike tinkling waterdrops or rolling pearls； sometimes like the birdstwittering in chorus； and then rising and swelling in sound like thewind through the fir…trees。 The poet