安徒生童话 ANNE LISBETH

　　ANNE LISBETH was a beautiful young woman, with a red and white

　　complexion, glittering white teeth, and clear soft eyes; and her

　　footstep was light in the dance, but her mind was lighter still. She

　　had a little child, not at all pretty; so he was put out to be

　　nursed by a laborer's wife, and his mother went to the count's castle.

　　She sat in splendid rooms, richly decorated with silk and velvet;

　　not a breath of air was allowed to blow upon her, and no one was

　　allowed to speak to her harshly, for she was nurse to the count's

　　child. He was fair and delicate as a prince, and beautiful as an

　　angel; and how she loved this child! Her own boy was provided for by being at the laborer's where the mouth watered more frequently than the pot boiled, and where in general no one was at home to take care of the child. Then he would cry, but what nobody knows nobody cares for; so he would cry till he was tired, and then fall asleep; and while we are asleep we can feel neither hunger nor thirst. Ah, yes; sleep is a capital invention.