Chapter Text
Part II
WATER
“I don't care about that in the least,” said Gerda, “it's no use telling me that.” So she ran to the border of the garden; the door was locked, but she twisted at the rusty staple till it came away, and the door flew open, and then out ran little Gerda barefoot into the wide world. Thrice she looked back, but there was nobody coming after her. At last she could run no further, and sat down on a big stone, and when she looked about her, why, summer was over and it was late autumn. You couldn't see that inside that beautiful garden, where there was always sunshine and flowers of all seasons bloomed.
“Good heavens! How I have dawdled!” said Gerda. “It's autumn now. I daren't rest a minute!” So she got up and went on.
Hans Christian Andersen — The Snow Queen, 1845
translated by M. R. James
