t at all. There you have to think and find out. Here you have nothing
to do but to shake, and when you have shaken long enough, the result
will come."

"How shall I know how many times to shake?"

"You won't know," returned the Magpie; "no one will know but the box
itself, and the box can tell to a quarter of a shake the right time.
Now--through!"

"Through what?"

"Through the board, of course," replied the Magpie. "What else is it
meant for?"

"But the thick wall is behind the board, and then the houses! This is
not country; it is the town."

"Pooh!" said the Magpie. "Have I learned human speech for nothing?
Now----"

And he flew at the board, giving it a gentle peck; and as he did so the
board split in two, and the crack widened, until it made an opening
large enough for Lilla, with the Magpie on her shoulder, to pass
through.

II.

Where?

Ah! that cannot be told until one has heard about the little boy who
lived far away in a country that Lilla had never heard of, for she knew
nothing about geography. She only knew about the town in which she
lived, and that there was a long street in it, and a great cathedral,
where she heard music issuing forth as she stood outside it; but she had
never been inside, nor had she ever been in any of the grand toy-shops
in the street. She had stood gazing in at the windows, and wishing for
the dolls, and the dolls'-houses, and the boxes of lambs, and the
work-baskets with silver thimbles in them; but there was no one to give
her any of these fine things. She lived with an old woman, who was
always scolding her, and who was especially angry if she tore her frock
or soiled her paletot.

[Illustration: "HE HAD ALSO A GOOD OLD GRANDFATHER."]

Now, with Rollo, the little boy, it was quite different; he had a mother
who was very kind to him, and gave him as many playthings as he wanted.
He had also a good old grandfather and a little sister who used to pull
his long curls and kiss his rosy cheeks. And Rollo was very happy.

But one day these three died, and Rollo was left alone. Of course Rollo
sat down and cried very bitterly: there was nothing else for him to do,
as he was but a small boy then. He cried for a long time, and then the
sun looked in upon him, and pitied him, and also dried the tears upon
his cheeks. Then the sea rolled up on to the shore, and sang "Lullaby,
lullaby," so sweetly, that Rollo fell fast asleep. And when he was
asleep, the Wind came, and to