UNDINE ***
Produced by Jason Isbell, Sankar Viswanathan, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net
TOLD TO THE CHILDREN SERIES
EDITED BY LOUEY CHISHOLM
[Illustration: On the threshold stood a little maiden.]
Friedrich de la Motte Fouquée
UNDINE
TOLD TO THE CHILDREN BY
MARY MACGREGOR
WITH PICTURES BY
KATHARINE CAMERON
LONDON: T. C. & E. C. JACK
NEW YORK: E. P. DUTTON & CO.
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TO MARGARET
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ABOUT THIS BOOK
Undine is the name of the water maiden whose story you will read as you turn the leaves of this little book.
Undine is beautiful as the dawn stealing across the waters, beautiful as the spray of the crystal waves.
Yet when she comes to earth she comes to seek for that without which her beauty will be for ever cold, cold and chill as the surge of the salt, salt sea.
Look deep into her blue eyes and you will see why her beauty is so cold, so chill.
In the eyes of every mortal you may see a soul. In the gay blue eyes of Undine, look you long and never so deep, no soul will look forth to meet your gaze.
Love, joy, sorrow, these are the pearls that shine in the eyes of every mortal. But in the eyes of the water maiden there is no gleam of love, no sparkle of joy, no tear of sorrow.
Undine has come to earth to seek for a soul. Without one she may never know the golden gifts God has given to each mortal, gifts these of love, joy, sorrow.
You will read in this little book how Undine, the water maiden, won for herself a human soul.
MARY MACGREGOR.
CONTENTS
Chap.
I. The Fisherman and the Knight
II. Undine is Lost
III. Undine is Found
IV. The Knight's Story
V. The Knight stays at the Cottage
VI. The Wedding
VII. Undine's Story
VIII. Huldbrand and Undine leave the Cottage
IX. The Knight returns to the City
X. The Birthday Feast
XI. The Journey to Castle Ringstetten
XII. Castle Ringstetten
XIII. The Black Valley
XIV. Huldbrand forgets his Promise
XV. Huldbrand and Bertalda
XVI. Bertalda's Wedding
XVII. The Burial
LIST OF PICTURES
On the threshold stood a little maiden _Frontispiece_
Amid the sweet-scented grass, safe from the fury of the storm
