Her Puggie had seated itself on the
  ground while she wrote, and growled; for the dog had come with her for
  amusement and for the sake of its health; and then the bare floor
  ought not to be offered to a visitor. His outward appearance was
  characterized by a snub nose and a very fat back.
  "He doesn't bite," said the lady; "he has no teeth. He is like one
  of the family, faithful and grumpy; but the latter is my
  grandchildren's fault, for they have teased him; they play at wedding,
  and want to give him the part of the bridesmaid, and that's too much
  for him, poor old fellow."
  And she delivered her papers, and took Puggie upon her arm. And
  this is the first part of the story which might have been left out.
  PUGGIE DIED!! That's the second part.
  It was about a week afterwards we arrived in the town, and put
  up at the inn. Our windows looked into the tan-yard, which was divided
  into two parts by a partition of planks; in one half were many skins
  and hides, raw and tanned. Here was all the apparatus necessary to
  carry on a tannery, and it belonged to the widow. Puggie had died in
  the morning, and was to be buried in this part of the yard; the
  grandchildren of the widow (that is, of the tanner's widow, for Puggie
  had never been married) filled up the grave, and it was a beautiful
  grave- it must have been quite pleasant to lie there.
  The grave was bordered with pieces of flower-pots and strewn
  over with sand; quite at the top they had stuck up half a beer bottle,
  with the neck upwards, and that was not at all allegorical.
  The children danced round the grave, and the eldest of the boys
  among them, a practical youngster of seven years, made the proposition
  that there should be an exhibition of Puggie's burial-place for all
  who lived in the lane; the price of admission was to be a trouser
  button, for every boy would be sure to have one, and each might also
  give one for a little girl. This proposal was adopted by acclamation.
  And all the children out of the lane- yes, even out of the
  little lane at the back- flocked to the place, and each gave a button.
  Many were noticed to go about on that afternoon with only one
  suspender; but then they had seen Puggie's grave, and the sight was
  worth much more.
  But in front of the tan-yard, close to the entrance, stood a
  little girl clothed in rags, very pretty to look at, with curly
  hair, and eyes so blue and clear that it was a pleasure to look into
  them. The child said not a word, nor did she cry; but each time the
  little door was opened she gave a long, long look into the yard. She
  had not a button- that she knew right well, and therefore she remained
  standing sorrowfully outside, till all the others had seen the grave
  and had gone away; then she sat down, held her little brown hands
  before her eyes, and burst into tears; this girl alone had not seen
  Puggie's grave. It was a grief as great to her as any grown person can
  experience.
  We saw this from above; and looked at from above, how many a grief
  of our own and of others can make us smile! That is the story, and
  whoever does not understand it may go and purchase a share in the
  tan-yard from the window.
  THE END
  .
  1872
  FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN
  A LEAF FROM HEAVEN
  by Hans Christian Andersen
  HIGH up in the clear, pure air flew an angel, with a flowerplucked from the garden of heaven. As he was kissing the flower a verylittle leaf fell from it and sunk down into the soft earth in themiddle of a wood. It immediately took root, sprouted, and sent outshoots among the other plants.
  "What a ridiculous little shoot!"