The children cried for honey, and the mothers took little bark baskets into the woods to search for the sweet food. But they returned with empty baskets.
These people take our flowers home. Some of us they put in baskets and call basket flowers. Some they put in the maidens’ hair and they call us maiden flowers.
The Snow Queen kissed Kay again, and then he forgot all about little Gerda, Grandmother, and all the others at home.