1、the NAUGHTY BOYAlong time ago， there lived an old poet， athoroughly kind old poet. As he was sitting oneevening in his room， a dreadful storm arosewithout， and the rain streamed down from heaven；but the old poet sat warm and comfortable in hischimney-corner
2、， where the fire blazed and theroasting apple hissed. “Those who have not a roof over their heads willbe wetted to the skin，” said the good old poet. “Oh let me in！ Let me in！ I am cold， and I'm so wet！” exclaimed suddenly a child thatstood crying at the
3、door and knocking for admittance， while the rain poured down， and thewind made all the windows rattle. “Poor thing！” said the old poet， as he went to open the door. There stood a little boy，quite naked， and the water ran down from his long golden hair； he
4、trembled with cold， andhad he not come into a warm room he would most certainly have perished in the frightfultempest. “Poor child！” said the old poet， as he took the boy by the hand.“Come in，come in， andI will soon restore thee！ Thou shalt have wine and r
5、oasted apples， for thou art verily acharming child！” And the boy was so really. His eyes were like two bright stars； and althoughthe water trickled down his hair， it waved in beautiful curls. He looked exactly like a little angel，but he was so pale， and his
6、 whole body trembled with cold. He had a nice little bow in hishand， but it was quite spoiled by the rain， and the tints of his many-colored arrows ran oneinto the other. the old poet seated himself beside his hearth， and took the little fellow on his lap；
7、 hesqueezed the water out of his dripping hair， warmed his hands between his own， and boiledfor him some sweet wine. Then the boy recovered，his cheeks again GREw rosy， he jumpeddown from the lap where he was sitting，and danced round the kind old poet. “You
8、 are a merry fellow，” said the old man.“What's your name？” “My name is Cupid，” answered the boy.“Don't you know me？ There lies my bow；itshoots well， I can assure you！ Look， the weather is now clearing
