The Dwarf Woman as

got us in the mountain beyond the moor,
and won’t let us go. I think they are
beasts, for they pretend we are their king
and queen. Do come quickly and get us
out. Ju-Ju has promised to take this, and
he ought to be at home by dinner-time.
Make him show you the door in the hill,
and Alease make haste.—Your dear children,
Bart and Joan.”

“Dinner-time!” said the farmer. “And
now it is evening, and see how guilty he
looks! I tell you what, wife: say what you
like, I believe it was Wolf who went out and
fetched that lazy little fat ball of a puppy
home. He has been missing all day.”

“You men are always unfair,” returned
the mother. “I am sure it is simply
wonderful that such a little creature should
have been so clever! But now, don’t let us
waste the time. Of course we must start at
once, and you must call your men, and send
for the neighbours, and march to the moun-
tain and break open the door. Dear little
Joan! What a state her frock must be in!