The Dwarf Woman 165

For, you see, wise as he was, the master-
tailor did not know Ju-Ju.

His wife admired his cleverness loudly,
though he turned his back, and pretended
to be sick of the subject. But, as his
greatest desire was to humiliate the dwarf
woman, when the collar and the note were
brought to him he sewed them together
with great care, and added a little red
rosette, which he thought would make the
people at the farm look closely. Meanwhile
Barthel and Joan were talking very seriously
to Ju-Ju, for the hope of seeing her mother
again had awakened a great longing in the
little girl’s heart.

“Darling Ju-Ju,” she said, “do be good.
Everything depends upon you.”

“Yes, yes, of course!” said Ju-Ju, yawning
rather rudely.

“You are sure to be able to find the way,
so mind you run home as fast as ever you
can, and don’t let the dwarfs see you. If
they do not take off your collar, scratch at
it, and pretend that it hurts,” added Barthel.