The Golden Key
In
the winter time, when deep snow lay on the ground, a poor boy was
forced to go out on a sledge to fetch wood. When he had gathered it
together, and packed it, he wished, as he was so frozen with cold, not
to go home at once, but to light a fire and warm himself a little. So he
scraped away the snow, and as he was thus clearing the ground, he found
a tiny, gold key. Hereupon he thought that where the key was, the lock
must be also, and dug in the ground and found an iron chest. "If the
key does but fit it!" thought he; "no doubt there are precious things
in that little box." He searched, but no keyhole was there. At last he
discovered one, but so small that it was hardly visible. He tried it,
and the key fitted it exactly. Then he turned it once round, and now we
must wait until he has quite unlocked it and opened the lid, and then
we shall learn what wonderful things were lying in that box.
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