So it fell like a sousing rain on the earth, washing the leaves of the trees and bushes, and collecting into quite a little lake on the ice. "Now I am coming! now I am coming!" said the real lake, which lay below, under the ice. It heaved its breast, and with a great sigh the roof of ice burst, and all the little scales began hopping and dancing like boys who have escaped from school. Then the sun broke out from the cloud, and a thousand little green shoots peeped up from the earth. "Lend me your wings," said the winter to the storm; "I must be off." And away it flew to the cold lands right away in the north, where there is winter always. At last a message came from my Lady Spring that now they might expect her any day. The only person who saw nothing of what was going on was the sparrow. The whole day he lay there in the swallow's nest, only flying out for a quarter of an hour to take a little bit of food. He hadn't the least idea that it was now going to be summer again. He had grown quite silly, and imagined that he was the swallow. But one day the swallow came back. "Chee! chee!" he peeped; "is everything in order to receive us?" This is what he wished first of all to see about, and so he flew all day long over cornfield and meadow. "There are not many gnats here yet, but they may still come," he said in the evening when he came home. Then he peeped into the starlings' box to say "How-do" to his neighbours; but it chanced that at the moment there was no one at home, so he got ready to go to bed. But when he was going to creep into his nest he noticed there was somebody there already. "What's this?" he said. "Who has taken the liberty to borrow my nest?" "It is not yours," said the sparrow, who was lying there. "_I_ am the swallow, and I have just come home from Africa. You may take my word for it, it was delightful there. I have heaps of things to tell you." The swallow sat for a moment quite speechless. Then he screamed out in a furious passion,-- "You may take my word for it, I shall have something to say to _you_, you wretched sparrow! I might have guessed it was you who had the impudence to steal my nest. I noticed you were a little cracked even last year. Now, look sharp and come out of that. _At once_, I say!" But it was no good the swallow's screaming and threatening. The sparrow was quite sure that he was in the right. He went on telling the swallow how he had just come home from Africa, and was so tired he really must have a quiet time to sleep. "I will have my revenge," said the swallow as he flew away. And there in the nest the sparrow lay asleep, dreaming of the warm, delightful land with all the gnats and flies and cherries. He was still lying fast asleep when, in the middle of the night, the swallow came back. He had filled his broad bill with mud, and quite quietly began to wall up the hole into the nest. To and fro he flew the whole night long, and by the time the sun rose the hole was quite closed up.