"We will find the way somehow," cried cheerful little Hansel; but
though they traveled all night long, and the next day too, they could
not find it. Poor little mites, how tired and hungry they were, for
they had nothing to eat but the berries that grew by the roadside!
When at length the weary little feet could go no farther, the children
lay down beneath a tree and slept.
On the third day they were still as far away as ever, and it seemed
to them that the longer they walked the deeper they got into the wood,
and they began to be afraid that they would die of cold and hunger.
But presently, when the midday sun was shining brightly, they noticed
a little snow-white bird singing so sweetly that they could not help
but stay to listen. When the birdie's song was ended, he spread his
wings and flew away.
The children followed him until they reached a little house, on the
roof of which he perched. Then the children saw with surprise that the
strange little house was built entirely of bread, roofed with cakes,
and with windows of barley sugar.
"See, Gretel," cried Hansel joyfully, "there is food for us in
plenty. I will take a piece of the roof, and you shall have one of the
windows.
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