安徒生童话 A STORY

　　IN the garden all the apple-trees were in blossom. They had

　　hastened to bring forth flowers before they got green leaves, and in

　　the yard all the ducklings walked up and down, and the cat too: it

　　basked in the sun and licked the sunshine from its own paws. And

　　when one looked at the fields, how beautifully the corn stood and

　　how green it shone, without comparison! and there was a twittering and a fluttering of all the little birds, as if the day were a great

　　festival; and so it was, for it was Sunday. All the bells were

　　ringing, and all the people went to church, looking cheerful, and

　　dressed in their best clothes. There was a look of cheerfulness on

　　everything. The day was so warm and beautiful that one might well have said: "God's kindness to us men is beyond all limits." But inside