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unique in its way, being made up of a succession of narrow fiords, bays, and inlets. In no place does it spread into a storm centre, but seems to have been created only for pleasure trips, yachting tours, and fishing. Nowhere does it present barren, desolate, wind-swept shores. It looks as if it never thought that its shores could hold anything but country seats, summer villas, manors, and amusement resorts. But, because it usually presents a very agreeable and friendly appearance, there is all the more havoc whenever it happens to drop its smiling expression in the spring, and show that it can be serious.

      At that critical time Smirre Fox happened to come sneaking through a birch grove just north of Lake Mälar. As usual, he was thinking of Thumbietot and the wild geese, and wondering how he should ever find them again. He had lost all track of them.

      As he stole cautiously along, more discouraged than usual, he caught sight of Agar, the carrier-pigeon, who had perched herself on a birch branch.

      "My, but I'm in luck to run across you, Agar!" exclaimed Smirre. "Maybe you can tell me where Akka from Kebnekaise and her flock hold forth nowadays?"

      "It's quite possible that I know where they are," Agar hinted, "but I'm not likely to tell you!"

      "Please yourself!" retorted Smirre. "Nevertheless, you can take a message that I have for them. You probably know the present condition of Lake Mälar? There's a great overflow down there and all the swans who live in Hjälsta Bay are about to see their nests, with all their eggs, destroyed. Daylight, the swan-king, has heard of the midget who travels with the wild geese and knows a remedy for every ill. He has sent me to ask Akka if she will bring Thumbietot down to Hjälsta Bay."

      "I dare say I can convey your message," Agar replied, "but I can't understand how the little boy will be able to help the swans."

      "Nor do I," said Smirre, "but he can do almost everything, it seems."

      "It's surprising to me that Daylight should send his messages by a fox,"

       Agar remarked.

      "Well, we're not exactly what you'd call good friends," said Smirre smoothly, "but in an emergency like this we must help each other. Perhaps it would be just as well not to tell Akka that you got the message from a fox. Between you and me, she's inclined to be a little suspicious."

      The safest refuge for water-fowl in the whole Mälar district is Hjälsta

       Bay. It has low shores, shallow water and is also covered with reeds.

      It is by no means as large as Lake Tåkern, but nevertheless Hjälsta is a good retreat for birds, since it has long been forbidden territory to hunters.

      It is the home of a great many swans, and the owner of the old castle nearby has prohibited all shooting on the bay, so that they might be unmolested.

      As soon as Akka received word that the swans needed her help, she hastened down to Hjälsta Bay. She arrived with her flock one evening and saw at a glance that there had been a great disaster. The big swans' nests had been torn away, and the strong wind was driving them down the bay. Some had already fallen apart, two or three had capsized, and the eggs lay at the bottom of the lake.

      When Akka alighted on the bay, all the swans living there were gathered near the eastern shore, where they were protected from the wind.

      Although they had suffered much by the flood, they were too proud to let any one see it.

      "It is useless to cry," they said. "There are plenty of root-fibres and stems here; we can soon build new nests."

      None had thought of asking a stranger to help them, and the swans had no idea that Smirre Fox had sent for the wild geese!

      There were several hundred swans resting on the water. They had placed themselves according to rank and station. The young and inexperienced were farthest out, the old and wise nearer the middle of the group, and right in the centre sat Daylight, the swan-king, and Snow-White, the swan-queen, who were older than any of the others and regarded the rest of the swans as their children.

      The geese alighted on the west shore of the bay; but when Akka saw where the swans were, she swam toward them at once. She was very much surprised at their having sent for her, but she regarded it as an honour and did not wish to lose a moment in coming to their aid.

      As Akka approached the swans she paused to see if the geese who followed her swam in a straight line, and at even distances apart.

      "Now, swim along quickly!" she ordered. "Don't stare at the swans as if you had never before seen anything beautiful, and don't mind what they may say to you!"

      This was not the first time that Akka had called on the aristocratic swans. They had always received her in a manner befitting a great traveller like herself.

      But still she did not like the idea of swimming in among them. She never felt so gray and insignificant as when she happened upon swans. One or another of them was sure to drop a remark about "common gray-feathers" and "poor folk." But it is always best to take no notice of such things.

      This time everything passed off uncommonly well. The swans politely made way for the wild geese, who swam forward through a kind of passageway, which formed an avenue bordered by shimmering, white birds.

      It was a beautiful sight to watch them as they spread their wings, like sails, to appear well before the strangers. They refrained from making comments, which rather surprised Akka.

      Evidently Daylight had noted their misbehaviour in the past and had told the swans that they must conduct themselves in a proper manner—so thought the leader-goose.

      But just as the swans were making an effort to observe the rules of etiquette, they caught sight of the goosey-gander, who swam last in the long goose-line. Then there was a murmur of disapproval, even of threats, among the swans, and at once there was an end to their good deportment!

      "What's this?" shrieked one. "Do the wild geese intend to dress up in white feathers?"

      "They needn't think that will make swans of them," cried another.

      They began shrieking—one louder than another—in their strong, resonant voices. It was impossible to explain that a tame goosey-gander had come with the wild geese.

      "That must be the goose-king himself coming along," they said tauntingly. "There's no limit to their audacity!"

      "That's no goose, it's only a tame duck."

      The big white gander remembered Akka's admonition to pay no attention, no matter what he might hear. He kept quiet and swam ahead as fast he could, but it did no good. The swans became more and more impertinent.

      "What kind of a frog does he carry on his back?" asked one. "They must think we don't see it's a frog because it is dressed like a human being."

      The swans, who but a moment before had been resting in such perfect order, now swam up and down excitedly. All tried to crowd forward to get a glimpse of the white wild goose.

      "That white goosey-gander ought to be ashamed to come here and parade before swans!"

      "He's probably as gray as the rest of them. He has only been in a flour barrel at some farm house!"

      Akka had just come up to Daylight and was about to ask him what kind of help he wanted of her, when the swan-king noticed the uproar among the swans.

      "What do I see? Haven't I taught you to be polite to strangers?" he said with a frown.

      Snow-White, the swan-queen, swam out to restore order among her subjects, and again Daylight turned to Akka.

      Presently Snow-White came back, appearing greatly agitated.

      "Can't you keep them quiet?" shouted Daylight.

      "There's a white wild goose over there," answered Snow-White. "Is it not shameful? I don't wonder they are furious!"

      "A white wild goose?" scoffed Daylight. "That's too ridiculous! There can't be such a thing. You must be mistaken."

      The crowds around Morten Goosey-Gander grew larger and

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