Thenshebroughthimwaterinapetal，whichhedrank，afterwhichherelatedtoherhowhehadtornoneofhiswingsonabramble，sothathecouldnotflyasfastastheotherswallows，whohadflownfarawaytowarmerlands。Soatlasthehaddroppeddownexhausted，andthenhecouldremembernomore。Thewholewinterheremaineddownthere，andThumbelinalookedafterhimandnursedhimtenderly。Neitherthemolenorthefield-mouselearntanythingofthis，fortheycouldnotbearthepoorswallow。

　　Whenthespringcame，andthesunwarmedtheearthagain，theswallowsaidfarewelltoThumbelina，whoopenedtheholeintheroofforhimwhichthemolehadmade。Thesunshonebrightlydownuponher，andtheswallowaskedherifshewouldgowithhim；shecouldsituponhisback。Thumbelinawantedverymuchtoflyfarawayintothegreenwood，butsheknewthattheoldfield-mousewouldbesadifsheranaway。’No，Imustn’tcome！’

　　shesaid。

　　’Farewell，deargoodlittlegirl！’saidtheswallow，andflewoffintothesunshine。Thumbelinagazedafterhimwiththetearsstandinginhereyes，forshewasveryfondoftheswallow。

　　’Tweet，tweet！’sangthebird，andflewintothegreenwood。

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