300—Joyfully they passed through the streets, joyfully they stopped at the door of Gerda’s grandmother. They walked up the stairs and entered the well-known room. 301—The clock said “tick, tick!” and the hands moved as before; only one alteration could they find, and that was in themselves, for they saw that they were now full-grown persons. The rose-trees on the roof blossomed in front of the open window, and there beneath them stood the children’s stools. Kay and Gerda went and sat down upon them, still holding each other by the hands; the cold, hollow splendour of the Snow Queen’s palace they had forgotten, it seemed to them only an unpleasant dream. 302—The grandmother meanwhile sat amid God's bright sunshine, and read from the Bible these words: “Unless ye become as little children, ye shall not enter the kingdom of heaven.” 303—And Kay and Gerda gazed on each other: they now understood the words of their hymn, “Our roses bloom and fade away, Our Infant Lord abides always! May we be blessed His face to see, And ever little children be!” There they sat, those two happy ones, grown up and yet children, children in heart, while all round them glowed bright summer, warm, glorious Bummer. the END.

Timaru Herald, Volume CXLVIII, Issue 21557, 20 January 1940, Page 6

300—Joyfully they passed through the streets, joyfully they stopped at the door of Gerda’s grandmother. They walked up the stairs and entered the well-known room. 301—The clock said “tick, tick!” and the hands moved as before; only one alteration could they find, and that was in themselves, for they saw that they were now full-grown persons. The rose-trees on the roof blossomed in front of the open window, and there beneath them stood the children’s stools. Kay and Gerda went and sat down upon them, still holding each other by the hands; the cold, hollow splendour of the Snow Queen’s palace they had forgotten, it seemed to them only an unpleasant dream.

302—The grandmother meanwhile sat amid God's bright sunshine, and read from the Bible these words: “Unless ye become as little children, ye shall not enter the kingdom of heaven.” 303—And Kay and Gerda gazed on each other: they now understood the words of their hymn, “Our roses bloom and fade away, Our Infant Lord abides always! May we be blessed His face to see, And ever little children be!” There they sat, those two happy ones, grown up and yet children, children in heart, while all round them glowed bright summer, warm, glorious Bummer. the END.