The Dwarf Woman 183

It was not until she had hugged and kissed
them for a long time that she exclaimed—

“And where is that dear faithful little
Ju-Ju, who brought us news of you?”

Yes, indeed, where was he? They all
cried out and wondered, for even Wolf had
been too much taken up with his young
master to look after him. Joan suspected,
because she knew how unwilling he was to
leave the dwarfs and the honey-cakes. And
that was really at the root of the matter.
For when he found that no one was looking,
the naughty little dog slipped behind, and
ran back as fast as his legs could carry him.
What became of him I don’t know, although
I have a strong suspicion that he died of
over-eating. But the others lived very
happily, and Wolf with them.