The Shoemaker and the Little ElvesThe following morning the wife said, “The little men have made us rich, and we must show our gratitude to them; for although they run about they must be cold, for they have nothing on their bodies. I will make a little shirt, coat, waistcoat, trousers, and stockings for each, and do you make a pair of shoes for each.”The husband assented; and one evening, when all was ready, they laid presents, instead of the usual work, on the board, and hid themselves to see the result.At midnight in came the Elves, jumping about, and soon prepared to work, but when they saw no leather, but the natty little clothes, they at first were astonished, but soon showed their rapturous glee. They drew on their coats, and smoothing them down, sang—“Smart and natty boys are we;Cobblers we’ll no longer be.”And so they went on hopping and jumping over the stools and chairs, and at last out at the door. After that evening they did not come again, but the shoemaker prospered in all he undertook, and lived happily to the end of his days.THE GINGERBREAD BOY[N]Now you shall hear a story that somebody’s great, great-grandmother told a little girl ever so many years ago:There was once a little old man and a little old woman, who lived in a little old house in the edge of a wood. They would have been a very happy old couple but for one thing—they had no little child, and they wished for one very much. One day, when the little old woman was baking gingerbread, she cut a cake in the shape of a little boy, and put it into the oven.Presently, she went to the oven to see if it was baked. As soon as the oven door was opened, the little gingerbread boy jumped out, and began to run away as fast as he could go.The little old woman called her husband, and they both ran after him. But they could not catch him. And soon the gingerbread boy came to a barn full of threshers. He called out to them as he went by, saying:“I’ve run away from a little old woman,A little old man,And I can run away from you, I can!”Then the barn full of threshers set out to run after him. But though they ran fast, they could not catch him. And he ran on till he came to a field full of mowers. He called out to them:“I’ve run away from a little old woman,A little old man,A barn full of threshers,And I can run away from you, I can!”Then the mowers began to run after him, but they couldn’t catch him. And he ran on till he came to a cow. He called out to her:“I’ve run away from a little old woman,A little old man,A barn full of threshers,A field full of mowers,And I can run away from you, I can!”But though the cow started at once, she couldn’t catch him. And soon he came to a pig. He called out to the pig:“I’ve run away from a little old woman,A little old man,A barn full of threshers,A field full of mowers,A cow,And I can run away from you, I can!”But the pig ran, and couldn’t catch him. And he ran till he came across a fox, and to him he called out:“I’ve run away from a little old woman,A little old man,A barn full of threshers,A field full of mowers,A cow and a pig,And I can run away from you, I can!”Then the fox set out to run. Now, foxes can run very fast, and so the fox soon caught the gingerbread boy and began to eat him up.Presently the gingerbread boy said: “O dear! I’m quarter gone!” And then: “Oh, I’m half gone!” And soon: “I’m three-quarters gone!” And at last: “I’m all gone!” and never spoke again.[N]First published inSt. Nicholas. Used by permission of the publishers, The Century Company.
The Shoemaker and the Little Elves
The following morning the wife said, “The little men have made us rich, and we must show our gratitude to them; for although they run about they must be cold, for they have nothing on their bodies. I will make a little shirt, coat, waistcoat, trousers, and stockings for each, and do you make a pair of shoes for each.”
The husband assented; and one evening, when all was ready, they laid presents, instead of the usual work, on the board, and hid themselves to see the result.
At midnight in came the Elves, jumping about, and soon prepared to work, but when they saw no leather, but the natty little clothes, they at first were astonished, but soon showed their rapturous glee. They drew on their coats, and smoothing them down, sang—
“Smart and natty boys are we;Cobblers we’ll no longer be.”
And so they went on hopping and jumping over the stools and chairs, and at last out at the door. After that evening they did not come again, but the shoemaker prospered in all he undertook, and lived happily to the end of his days.
Now you shall hear a story that somebody’s great, great-grandmother told a little girl ever so many years ago:
There was once a little old man and a little old woman, who lived in a little old house in the edge of a wood. They would have been a very happy old couple but for one thing—they had no little child, and they wished for one very much. One day, when the little old woman was baking gingerbread, she cut a cake in the shape of a little boy, and put it into the oven.
Presently, she went to the oven to see if it was baked. As soon as the oven door was opened, the little gingerbread boy jumped out, and began to run away as fast as he could go.
The little old woman called her husband, and they both ran after him. But they could not catch him. And soon the gingerbread boy came to a barn full of threshers. He called out to them as he went by, saying:
“I’ve run away from a little old woman,A little old man,And I can run away from you, I can!”
Then the barn full of threshers set out to run after him. But though they ran fast, they could not catch him. And he ran on till he came to a field full of mowers. He called out to them:
“I’ve run away from a little old woman,A little old man,A barn full of threshers,And I can run away from you, I can!”
Then the mowers began to run after him, but they couldn’t catch him. And he ran on till he came to a cow. He called out to her:
“I’ve run away from a little old woman,A little old man,A barn full of threshers,A field full of mowers,And I can run away from you, I can!”
But though the cow started at once, she couldn’t catch him. And soon he came to a pig. He called out to the pig:
“I’ve run away from a little old woman,A little old man,A barn full of threshers,A field full of mowers,A cow,And I can run away from you, I can!”
But the pig ran, and couldn’t catch him. And he ran till he came across a fox, and to him he called out:
“I’ve run away from a little old woman,A little old man,A barn full of threshers,A field full of mowers,A cow and a pig,And I can run away from you, I can!”
Then the fox set out to run. Now, foxes can run very fast, and so the fox soon caught the gingerbread boy and began to eat him up.
Presently the gingerbread boy said: “O dear! I’m quarter gone!” And then: “Oh, I’m half gone!” And soon: “I’m three-quarters gone!” And at last: “I’m all gone!” and never spoke again.
[N]First published inSt. Nicholas. Used by permission of the publishers, The Century Company.
[N]First published inSt. Nicholas. Used by permission of the publishers, The Century Company.