The Golden Key
In the winter time, when deep snow lay on the
ground, a poor boy was forced to go out on a sledge to fetch wood. When he had gathered it
together, and packed it, he wished, as he was so frozen with cold, not to go home at once,
but to light a fire and warm himself a little. So he scraped away the snow, and as he was
thus clearing the ground, he found a tiny golden key. Hereupon he thought that where the
key was, the lock must be also, and dug in the ground and found an iron chest. If the key
does but fit it! thought he; no doubt there are precious things in that little box. He
searched, but no keyhole was there. At last he discovered one, but so small that it was
hardly visible. He tried it, and the key fitted it exactly. Then he turned it once round,
and now we must wait until he has quite unlocked it and opened the lid, and then we shall
learn what wonderful things were lying in that box.
--The End-- |
