THE FALSE COLLAR – Andersen’s Fairy Tales

There was once a fine gentleman, all of whose moveables were a boot-jack and a hair-comb:

There was once a fine gentleman, all of whose moveables were a boot-jack and a hair-comb:

A mother sat there with her little child. She was so downcast, so afraid that it should die!

Really, the largest green leaf in this country is a dock-leaf; if one holds it before one, it is like a whole apron, and if one holds it over one's head in rainy weather,

In the street, up there, was an old, a very old house—it was almost three hundred years old, for that might be known by reading the great beam on which the date of the year was carved:

People said "The Evening Bell is sounding, the sun is setting." For a strange wondrous tone was heard in the narrow streets of a large town.

Once upon a time there was a little boy who had taken cold. He had gone out and got his feet wet; though nobody could imagine how it had happened, for it was quite dry weather.

A Flea, a Grasshopper, and a Leap-frog once wanted to see which could jump highest; and they invited the whole world, and everybody else besides who chose to come to see the festival.


Out in the woods stood a nice little Fir Tree.

I. A Beginning
Every author has some peculiarity in his descriptions or in his style of writing.

There was once a Prince who wished to marry a Princess; but then she must be a real Princess.

There was once a poor Prince, who had a kingdom. His kingdom was very small, but still quite large enough to marry upon; and he wished to marry.

Many years ago, there was an Emperor, who was so excessively fond of new clothes, that he spent all his money in dress.

Many of the Welsh tales are about fighting and wars and no country as small as Wales has so many castles. Yet these are nearly all in ruins and children play in them.

One can hardly think of Wales without a harp. The music of this most ancient and honorable instrument, which emits sweet sounds,

When chimneys were first added to houses in Wales, and the style of house-building changed, from round to square, many old people found fault with the new fashion of letting the smoke out.

In the days when were no books, or writing, and folk tales were the only ones told, there was an old woman, who had a bad reputation.

Not far from the castle where King Powell had his court, there was a hillock called the Mount of Macbeth.

One of the oldest of the Welsh fairy tales tells us about Pwyle, King of Fairyland and father of the numerous clan of the Powells. He was a mighty hunter.

There was a curious custom in the far olden times of Wales. At the banqueting hall, the king of the country would sit with his feet in the lap of a high officer.