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Nightingale sing! And then the water comes into my
eyes, and it is just as if my mother kissed me.” “ Little
Kitchen-Girl,” said the Cavalier, “I will get you a place
in the kitchen, with permission to see the Emperor
dine, if you will lead us to the Nightingale, for it is an-
nounced for this evening.”
So they all went out into the wood where the Night-
ingale was accustomed to sing; half the Court went
forth. When they were in the midst of their journey a
cow began to low. “Oh!” cried the court pages, “now
we have it! That shows a wonderful power in so small
acreature! I have certainly heard it before.” “No; those
are cows lowing,’ said the little Kitchen-Girl. “ We are
along way from the place yet.” Now the frogs began to
uack in the marsh. “Glorious!” said the Chinese
ourt Preacher. “ Now I hear it: it sounds just like lit-
tle church bells.” “No; those are frogs,” said the little
Kitchen-Maid.“But now I think we shall soon hear it.”
And then the Nightingale began to sing.
“That is it!” exclaimed the little Girl. “Listen, listen!
and yonder it sits,” and she pointed to a little gray bird
up in the boughs. “Is it possible?” cried the Cavalier.
“T should never have-thought it looked like that. How
simple it looks! It must certainly have lost its colour
at seeing such grand people around.” “Little Night-
ingale!” called the little Kitchen-Girl, quite loudly,
“our gracious Emperor wishes you to sing before him.”
“With the greatest pleasure!” replied the Nightingale,
and began to sing most delightfully. “It sounds just like
glass bells!” said the Cavalier. “ And look at the little

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