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"
She
must
be
out
of
her
mind
,
"
said
the
little
one
,
"
however
shall
I
get
her
back
home
?
Mother
dear
,
look
well
at
me
,
I
am
your
own
little
son
Jacob
.
"
"
Now
you
have
gone
too
far
with
your
impertinence
,
"
cried
the
woman
.
"
Not
content
,
you
hideous
dwarf
,
with
standing
there
and
frightening
my
customers
away
,
you
must
needs
make
game
of
my
grief
and
sorrow
.
Neighbours
,
listen
to
this
fellow
,
who
dares
to
say
he
is
my
son
Jacob
.
"
Her
neighbours
all
came
crowding
round
her
and
began
to
abuse
poor
Jacob
in
no
measured
terms
,
telling
him
it
was
cruel
to
joke
with
a
bereaved
mother
who
had
had
her
lovely
boy
stolen
awav
seven
long
years
ago
and
they
threatened
to
tear
him
limb
from
limit
if
he
did
not
go
away
at
once
.
Poor
Jacob
knew
not
what
to
make
of
it
all
.
He
had
gone
that
morning
with
his
mother
to
the
market-place
,
or
so
he
beheved
,
had
helped
her
set
out
her
wares
of
fruit
and
vegetables
,
had
carried
home
the
old
woman
's
cabbages
,
taken
a
little
soup
and
fallen
asleep
for
a
short
time
,
and
yet
his
mother
and
the
neighbours
declared
he
had
been
absent
seven
years
.
And
they
called
him
a
horrible
dwarf
!
What
could
have
taken
place
?
When
he
saw
that
his
mother
would
have
nothing
to
do
with
him
the
tears
came
into
his
eyes
,
and
he
turned
sadly
away
and
went
up
the
street
towards
the
little
shop
where
his
father
sat
and
mended
shoes
during
the
day-time
.
"
I
will
see
if
he
will
recognise
me
,
"
he
said
to
himself
.
"
I
will
just
stand
in
the
doorway
and
speak
to
him
.
"
When
he
reached
the
cobbler
's
shop
he
stood
in
the
doorway
and
looked
in
.
The
old
man
was
so
busy
that
he
did
not
notice
him
at
first
,
but
presently
,
on
looking
up
,
he
dropped
the
shoe
he
was
mending
and
cried
out
:
"
Good
gracious
me
,
what
is
that
?
"
"
Good
evening
,
master
,
"
said
the
little
man
,
as
he
entered
the
shop
,
"
how
is
trade
just
now
?
"
"
Bad
,
very
bad
,
little
gentleman
,
"
said
the
cobbler
,
"
I
can
not
work
as
well
as
I
did
,
I
am
getting
old
and
have
no
one
to
help
me
,
for
I
can
not
afford
an
assistant
.
"
Jacob
was
astounded
that
his
father
should
not
have
recognised
him
either
,
so
he
answered
:
"
Have
you
no
son
whom
you
could
train
to
help
you
?
"
"
I
had
one
,
Jacob
by
name
;
he
should
be
a
tall
,
well-grown
youth
by
now
,
who
would
have
been
able
to
be
my
right
hand
,
for
even
as
a
little
fellow
he
was
handy
and
clever
at
my
trade
.
He
was
so
handsome
too
,
and
had
such
pleasant
manners
,
that
he
would
no
doubt
have
brought
me
more
customers
;
very
likely
by
this
time
I
might
have
given
up
cobbling
shoes
and
have
made
new
ones
instead
.
But
alas
!
such
is
life
!
"
"
Where
is
your
son
then
?
"
enquired
Jacob
with
trembling
voice
.
"
No
one
can
tell
,
"
replied
the
old
man
,
"
for
seven
years
ago
he
was
stolen
from
us
.
"
