"Oh, Anna, how can we? Why, it's taller than any of the other buildings in Copenhagen." Greta looked around her at the four- and five-story buildings. The shiny green dome of the church rose far above them. "It is usually called the Marble Church," explained Anna, "because it is built of marble. Its real name is Frederick's Church, because it was built by King Frederick the Fifth." "That shiny green dome isn't made of marble, is it?" asked Greta. "Oh, no," laughed Anna. "The church cost a great deal to build, and when they had gotten as far as the dome, there was no money left. So all the housewives in Copenhagen gave their copper kettles to be melted up and used to make the dome of the church." Inside the church it was cool and quiet. The girls started up the stairs and climbed for quite a while without saying a word. Greta began to think that they would never reach the top. [Illustration: A COUNTRY SCENE] "Is it much farther, Anna?" "This is the easy part of the climb, Greta. Don't give up yet." They kept on climbing. The stairs wound round and round, and as the girls went higher and higher the stairs became more and more narrow. Finally they came to the place where the stairs were so narrow and so steep that a rope had been hung from the top to help those who climbed. It was like climbing the side of a mountain. "Now we've come to the hard part," said Anna. "Take hold of this rope and don't let go." "Anna, do you think we ought to go any higher?" Greta was frightened but she didn't want to admit it. "Why, of course. There is no point in climbing this far and then stopping. You aren't afraid, are you, Greta?" "I guess not." "Don't look down at all, and then you'll be all right," advised Anna. All of a sudden Greta remembered what her father had told her when she was climbing the tower in the forest. "A girl who is named after a queen must not be afraid of anything." After all, what was there to be afraid of? The stairs were narrow and steep, but she would hold tightly to the rope and she would be quite safe. When Greta was about ten steps from the top, she did glance down and saw a handkerchief lying on the step below her. Very carefully she backed down one step, holding to the rope with her left hand and clutching her purse with her right. As she took her left hand off the rope to pick up the handkerchief, she started to lose her balance. In terror she grabbed at the rope. She didn't fall, but the handkerchief fell six or seven steps below her. Anna had reached the top and called down to Greta. "What's the matter, Greta? You mustn't stop now, when you are almost at the top." "Did you drop your handkerchief, Anna? There is one here on the stairs." Anna felt in all her pockets. "No, I didn't drop mine, Greta."