THE OLD HOUSE [4]
know where it is," he replied; "no one knows. All his
friends are dead; no one took care of him, and I was only a little
boy."
"Oh, how dreadfully lonely he must have been," said she.
"Yes, terribly lonely," cried the tin soldier; "still it is
delightful not to be forgotten."
"Delightful indeed," cried a voice quite near to them; no one
but the tin soldier saw that it came from a rag of the leather which
hung in tatters; it had lost all its gilding, and looked like wet
earth, but it had an opinion, and it spoke it thus:-
"Gilding will fade in damp weather,
To endure, there is nothing like leather."
But the tin soldier did not believe any such thing.
THE END
.
friends are dead; no one took care of him, and I was only a little
boy."
"Oh, how dreadfully lonely he must have been," said she.
"Yes, terribly lonely," cried the tin soldier; "still it is
delightful not to be forgotten."
"Delightful indeed," cried a voice quite near to them; no one
but the tin soldier saw that it came from a rag of the leather which
hung in tatters; it had lost all its gilding, and looked like wet
earth, but it had an opinion, and it spoke it thus:-
"Gilding will fade in damp weather,
To endure, there is nothing like leather."
But the tin soldier did not believe any such thing.
THE END
.