"Yes, yes; for certain that was Kay," said Gerda.
Gerda: at the candy cone that Dieter made in kindergarten this week.
Gerda stretched out her hands with the large wadded gloves towards the robber maiden, and said, "Farewell!"
Kay and Gerda took each other's hand: it was lovely spring weather, with abundance of flowers and of verdure.
Little Gerda repeated the Lord's Prayer.
The Ranunculus shone brightly, and looked again at Gerda.
The poor animal kicked; the girl laughed, and pulled Gerda into bed with her.
She recognised Gerda immediately, and Gerda knew her too.
"That's nothing to me," said little Gerda.
Suddenly little Gerda stepped through the great portal into the palace.
Look through this glass, Gerda.
Here the first vegetation peeped forth; here Kay and Gerda took leave of the Lapland woman.
There stood poor Gerda now, without shoes or gloves, in the very middle of dreadful icy Finland.
Gerda patted her cheeks, and inquired for the Prince and Princess.
"Listen," said the robber maiden to Gerda.
Gerda and Kay both told their story.
"That was Kay," cried Gerda, with a voice of delight.
Gerda related all, from the very beginning: the Wood-pigeons cooed above in their cage, and the others slept.
Then little Gerda cried, and told her her whole history, and all that the Ravens had done for her.
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