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weave for her day  and  night.  The mole came lo sec her every
                          evening',  and  was  always  observing  that  when  the  summer
                          would  be over,  the  Sim  would (hen  lose its warmth ;  and  that
                          at present  it  burnt  the ground, and made it as hard as a stone ;
                          and when  the  summer was  just over,  then  his  wedding with
                          Maja  should  take  place.  ltut  she was  not  pleased,  for  she
                          could  not hear  the  tiresome  mole.  Every morning  at sunrise,
                          and every evening at sunset,  did  she  steal out to the door, aud
                          when the wind ldew the ears of corn aside, so that she could s&e
                          the  blue  sky,  she  thought  how  bright  and  beautiful  it was
                          abroad,  and  longed  to  see  her  dear  swaliow again.  But  he
                          would  never come again,  for he  had  assuredly flown  away to
                          the  lovely green  forest.  Jiy  the  time  it was  autumn,  Maja's
                          outfit was  quite  ready*.  <L  In  four  weeks’  time  the  wedding
                          shall  take place,”  said  tho  fieldmouse  to her;  but  Maja wept,
                          and said she would  not  have the  tiresome  mole.  u That Vail
                          twaddle ! M  quoth  the  fieldmouisc ;  “ don’t  be  obstinate,  or  I
                          tlia.ll  bite you  with  my white teeth!  he  is  a very well-formed
                          man !  The queen herself has not such a  fine black fur pelisse;
                          his kitchen and cellar are full, so  thank  Providence for what is
                          sent  you,”
                             So the wedding was  to take  place.  The  mole  had already
                          come to fetch  Maja,  and  she was to live with him deep  under­
                          ground, and never to come out  to greet  the warm sun,  because
                          he could not  bear it*  The poor  girl  was so  sad  to  think  she
                          must b id   farewell  to the bcauiiful  slid,  which  she  had at least
                          been allowed to look at from the door, when she lived  with the
                          fieldmouse.     “ Farewell,  bright  sun ! "  said  she,  strctchiog
                          out  her  arms  and  going  a  few  steps  from  the  field mouse’s
                          dwelling, for  the  harvest was  now  over, and  nothing  left  but
                          tho  dry  sluhble.  £L Farewell!  farewell ! ’’  she  said,  flinging
                          her  arms  round  a  little  red  flower  that  stood  near;  tl greet
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