![]() ![]() In a large town, where there were so many people and houses that there was not room enough for everybody to have gardens, lived two poor children. The hobgoblin laughed until his sides ached, but still the tiny bits of glass flew about. Some people got a splinter in their hearts, and that was dreadful, for then it began to turn into a lump of ice. For every tiny splinter of the glass possessed the same power that the whole glass had. ![]() Now came the greatest misfortune of all, for each of the pieces was hardly as large as a grain of sand and they flew about all over the world - and if anyone had a bit in his eye there it stayed, and then he would see everything awry, or else could only see the bad sides of a case. That was the best part of it, according to the hobgoblin.īut one day the looking glass was dropped, and it broke into a million-billion and more pieces. The most beautiful landscapes looked like boiled spinach, and the best people looked repulsive or seemed to stand on their heads with no bodies their faces were so changed that they could not be recognised, and if anyone had a freckle you might be sure it would be spread over the nose and mouth. One day he was in capital spirits because he had made a looking glass which reflected everything that was good and beautiful in such a way that it dwindled almost to nothing, but anything that was bad and ugly stood out very clearly and looked much worse. ![]() There was once a dreadfully wicked hobgoblin. ![]()
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