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people—and so respectful. Ju-Ju likes it
better than the farm.”

‘“Ju-Ju is a greedy pig,’ said Barthel
fiercely. ‘‘There is zo place so nice as the
farm. I shall go and get hold of the dwarf
woman; she makes me rather sick with her
airs and graces, but she promised. She can’t
get out of that.” So he sent for the dwarf
woman—for he could not run and find her
for himself, as he would have liked—and
said at once: “Don’t call me Your Majesty,
please, because it is silly; we are very
much obliged to you for all you have done,
but now we want to get home, for nobody
knows where we are, and we should like to
start at once.”

Nothing could be more polite than what
she said. She could quite understand what
they felt, only unfortunately one of the deer
had hurt his leg, so that he could not be
used for a day or two, and, as he knew, it
was impossible for his little sister to walk so
far. But if he would write a letter, a mes-
senger should go at once to the farm; and