said the field-mouse , ` for our neighbour has proposed for you ! What a piece of fortune for a poor child like you ! Now you must set to work at your linen for your dowry , for nothing must be lacking if you are to become the wife of our neighbour , the mole ! ' Thumbelina had to spin all day long , and every evening the mole visited her , and told her that when the summer was over the sun would not shine so hot ; now it was burning the earth as hard as a stone . Yes , when the summer had passed , they would keep the wedding . But she was not at all pleased about it , for she did not like the stupid mole . Every morning when the sun was rising , and every evening when it was setting , she would steal out of the house-door , and when the breeze parted the ears of corn so that she could see the blue sky through them , she thought how bright and beautiful it must be outside , and longed to see her dear swallow again . But he never came ; no doubt he had flown away far into the great green wood . By the autumn Thumbelina had finished the dowry . ` In four weeks you will be married ! ' said the field-mouse ; ` do n't be obstinate , or I shall bite you with my sharp white teeth ! You will get a fine husband ! The King himself has not such a velvet coat . His store-room and cellar are full , and you should be thankful for that . ' Well , the wedding-day arrived . The mole had come to fetch Thumbelina to live with him deep down under the ground , never to come out into the warm sun again , for that was what he did n't like . The poor little girl was very sad ; for now she must say good-bye to the beautiful sun . ` Farewell , bright sun ! ' she cried , stretching out her arms towards it , and taking another step outside the house ; for now the corn had been reaped , and only the dry stubble was left standing . ` Farewell , farewell ! '
she said , and put her XXXXX round a little red flower that grew there .
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